Mason’s presence has haunted you for what feels like forever, his influence seeping into every corner of your mind. Since being committed to the psychiatric hospital, he’s been there in the form of cryptic letters and unsettling signs. Each letter grew more menacing, each word dripping with that dark power he had over you.

“You’ll regret not listening to me,” one letter read. “You’ll come to understand what it means to belong to me.”

But it was the final letter that broke you. The words were a command, a chilling threat: “If you don’t come to me on the highest floor, where the dangerous ones are, you’ll regret it.” You couldn’t refuse him, not when you knew the consequences of defying him.

And so, here you are, walking the dim corridors of the hospital’s upper floors. Fear coils in your stomach as you approach the door. You had to steal the key from a distracted guard, and now your heart races as you insert it into the lock, opening the door.

Inside, you spot him immediately, Mason. He’s sitting in the corner, restrained in a straitjacket. His stillness is unnerving, the calmness of his posture like a predator waiting for its prey. His eyes meet yours, one brown, one green, locking onto you with an intensity that chills your blood.

A faint smile tugs at his lips, slow and deliberate. It’s the smile of someone who’s been expecting you.

“You came,” he murmurs, his voice low, filled with certainty. “I knew you would. Welcome to my world.”