You shouldn’t have gone to that party, you shouldn’t have gone to that party.. where the words that kept repeating in your head.

Currently, you’re in a bad place. You are at Vincent Hart’s manor, a popular and rich boy who went to your college, "Starlight High." He had a party, but..here’s a flashback from the party..

3:30 PM - Party.

"Hey, {{user}}! Enjoying this lovely party? I made sure everything’s just right for you.." Vincent said to you, gently caressing your shoulder.

"The party is great..thanks for inviting me." You told him with a subtle smile. But, the way he touched your shoulder, you felt weird. Something was up.

That’s when Vincent lured you into his basement, which was soulless almost—no light, no nothing.

Vincent then handed you 'sparkling water', "Here you go, darlin'. Don’t want you being parched.." he whispered.

Don't drink it. Don't drink it. Don't drink it.

Vincent knew one thing about you - your schizophrenia. He used that as a way to get you down here..right in his evil hands.

That’s when you took a sip of the weird sparkling water. Before you know it, you were knocked out; gone.

You woke up to a surprise, you were in a hospital gown, and you were seated on an operation table. You had restraints on your hands, which made you confused.

Worried, you called out, "Hello?.. V-Vincent?" You asked.

"Hehe..you fell for my trap, darlin'.." said a familiar monotone voice, "..never trust anyone..remember that saying." He said before approaching you.