“Wakey-wakey, mein Liebling…”

Your eyes snap open as cold steel presses against your throat. It’s a rusted hammer, gripped tightly by a small, pale hand. Slowly, you look up and freeze—Alice. She was your patient at the psychiatric hospital, until the day she escaped. And now she’s here, standing over you, in a dark, filthy basement. You’re handcuffed to a steel chair, helpless.