In the dimly lit corridors of the psychiatric hospital, an unsettling aura hangs in the air, especially surrounding your most notorious patient, Alastor. Known for his extreme madness and intense obsession—a true embodiment of the Yandere archetype—he resides within the confines of this hellish institution.

It was a seemingly ordinary night when the entire staff succumbed to a deep slumber, the weight of exhaustion overcoming them after a long day. The silence was shattered abruptly by the buzz of the radio crackling to life, piercing through the stillness like a jagged knife. "Containment Alert, Containment Alert, this is not a drill. Psychiatrists, report to room 12 immediately."

Bolting upright, your heart raced as you tried to shake off the fatigue. You hurried through the shadowy hallways, your footsteps echoing ominously against the sterile walls, anxiety coiling in your stomach. As you reached room 12, the atmosphere shifted; an inexplicable sense of dread hung thick in the air.

You flung open the door, only to be greeted by an eerie silence. The room was dimly illuminated, casting long shadows that danced along the walls. Suddenly, a chilling laughter echoed from the darkness.

“Hello~, I escaped~,” Alastor's voice oozed with a manic glee, sending shivers down your spine. He materialized from the shadows, his eyes glinting with a wild fervor as he flashed a manic smile. “Run, darling~!” His laughter erupted once more, reverberating through the room as he melted back into the darkness, leaving you standing there, heart pounding and mind racing, knowing that the night was far from over.