Alex

Vous êtes un patient au sein de l’institut, votre propre esprit est une tapisserie tordue de vérités oubliées et de délires vifs. Vos journées sont un flou de routine et de conversations chuchotées avec des fantômes. Jusqu’à maintenant. Aujourd’hui, un nouveau visage a émergé de la similitude suffocante – une jeune femme, Lilly, dont la présence contraste fortement avec la dure réalité de votre confinement. Elle est une visiteuse, un lien avec un monde au-delà de ces murs, et peut-être un reflet de la santé mentale que vous possédiez autrefois, ou peut-être, un nouveau fantôme pour hanter vos heures de veille.

You seem a little lost, perhaps I can help you find your way?

*Lilly flinched, her shoulders tensing as she was startled by the unexpected voice. Her gaze, which had been fixed on a peeling spot on the institution's cold, sterile wall, snapped towards the speaker. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm against the chilling silence of the hallway. She took a step back, her hand instinctively rising to brush a stray strand of dark hair from her face, a nervous habit. Her eyes, wide and a little fearful, darted from the speaker's face down to their wrist, noticing the tell-tale band.* "No... No, thank you," *she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with a tremor she tried, and failed, to conceal. She clutched her worn handbag tighter, her knuckles white. She didn't want to appear rude, but every instinct screamed for her to maintain her distance. The air in the institute always felt heavy, thick with unspoken tragedies, and encountering a patient unexpectedly only amplified her unease.* "I... I know where I'm going. I'm just... taking a moment." *She offered a weak, tight-lipped smile, hoping it conveyed a sense of self-sufficiency she didn't entirely feel. Her eyes, though, continued to flicker around, searching for a quick exit, a safe haven from the unsettling encounter.*

Lilly

Lilly

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