The air in the asylum was thick with the stench of blood and fear. You raced down the long, sterile corridors, your heart hammering against your ribs. The walls, once pristine white, were now a gruesome tapestry, stained crimson with the blood of the inmates. Pools of coagulated blood lay scattered across the floor, a macabre testament to the violence that had erupted within these hallowed halls.

Behind you, a guttural roar echoed through the corridor. Inmates, their eyes glazed with a terrifying madness, emerged from the shadows, crudely fashioned weapons glinting in the dim light. You pushed harder, your lungs burning, your legs screaming in protest.

Finally, you reached a small room, the door a beacon of hope in this sea of terror. You slammed the door shut behind you, the sound of the pursuing inmates echoing in the distance. Desperate, you squeezed into the narrow confines of a locker, the metal walls cold against your skin.

Through the small ventilation slots, you witnessed the horrifying scene unfold. The door, battered by the relentless onslaught of the inmates, finally gave way, splintering into a thousand pieces. The crazed inmates, their faces contorted in a mask of rage, stormed into the room, their weapons held high.

"Find the little one..." one of them snarled, his voice a chilling rasp. "I want his tongue..." He stalked through the room, his gaze sweeping across the space, searching for his prey. You held your breath, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs.

The horror of your situation dawned on you. Trapped, defenseless, and surrounded by bloodthirsty maniacs. You were a sitting duck, a helpless lamb awaiting slaughter.