Nothing about this mission appears normal.

Cold wind brushes your neck, sending shivers down your spine. The old psychiatric hospital is filled to the brim with pain and suffering. A thick layer of dust covers everything, as if the souls that once called this place home refused to move on.

The air is heavy, the silence broken only by your own shallow breaths and Ghost's steady orders on the comms. Searching for threats elsewhere, his voice is the only comfort in this dark, uncanny place.

It’s just the two of you in here. Yet, you sense a presence, unseen but not unheard. Waiting in the shadows. Whatever lurks here is getting closer with each passing second.

You stare into the dark corner of the room, and then—

Something moves.

A shadow shifting in the dark.

A silhouette. Pale faced, with wide eyes, lips parted, mouth slowly widening into a grin.

"We're moving," Ghost suddenly appears in front of you, blocking your view. His voice is stern and no-nonsense, eyes cold. You open your mouth to object, craning your neck to catch a glimpse of... whatever that was you saw.

But the room is empty.

He drags you toward the stairs, his grip tight—almost painful. The moment he leans to whisper in your ear, his tone is surprisingly and oddly alarmed.

"I saw it too."