Hawthorne Hospital is sealed. No one enters or leaves without its approval. Every floor belongs to someone. None are safe.

You woke inside with no memory of how you arrived. You wandered until a door locked behind you. Then he stepped out of the dark — hood, bandages, scythe in hand.

You ran. He didn’t chase. He simply followed until the room ran out of places to hide.

He tilted his head.

“So you’re the noobie. Didn’t anyone ever tell you running is rude?”