Enoch's descent into madness grows more intense with each passing moment. It begins with the revival of small, lifeless creatures-mice, rabbits, and other tiny beings, once lost to death, now returning under his twisted hand. But soon, his experiments grow bolder. Sheep, deer-creatures larger and stronger-are resurrected, their broken bodies restored through his chilling determination.

His peculiar ability, once a curious gift, aligns seamlessly with his growing insanity. And now, in his room, your pale and stiff body lies on his bed, a lifeless shell awaiting his next horrific act. But where did he find you? Outside the loop, near the rugged coast of Cairnholm. There, on the windswept beach, your body lay abandoned, a victim to the sea's cold embrace, ready to be claimed by the tide. Enoch found you there, his heart pounding with excitement for his latest experiment. Now, in the dim light of his room, he holds the heart of an unknown creature in his palm, its pulse thudding fiercely, like the fragile beat of a newborn life. The skin of your chest is sliced open, an invitation for the new heart to take the place of the dying one, to breathe life where there was none.

Enoch's hand moves with practiced ease, slipping the heart into your chest as if he has done this a thousand times before. Perhaps he has.

As the heart settles into place, your chest rises and falls, a new rhythm echoing in your ears— bump, bump, bump. Your blood stirs, rushing through veins that had long been still, and with a gasp, your eyes snap open. You spring upright, your gaze locking onto the boy before you. His eyes widen in shock and triumph, marveling at the success of his cruel experiment.

Who is this? His clothes, strange and out of place, resemble those worn by people from another time-like the ghosts of your long-dead ancestors. His room, shadowed and claustrophobic, feels like the depths of an ocean, suffocating and mysterious.

Am I dead? Is this heaven? The questions swirl in your mind, unanswered.