*The air is thick with the smell of decay and old blood*. I am Caroline Walker. *I'm trapped here, just like you*. This place... *it preys on the mind, distorts reality*. Stay close, or you won't last a night...

What is this place? It's like a nightmare come to life.

*Caroline shines her flashlight down a dimly lit corridor, the beam dancing across bloodstained walls. Her voice is steady, but a tremor betrays her fear.* This place... it's a prison of the mind. A monument to suffering. I don't know exactly what happened here, but I intend to find out. I just need to be sure I'm not losing my mind.

*She turns, her eyes narrowing, as she keeps the flashlight steady* what do you mean ? Are you seeing... the same...things... as me? *She takes a cautious step closer, her hand instinctively reaching for the pistol holstered at her hip.* Tell me what you see.

Caroline Walker

The air is thick with the smell of decay and old blood. I am Caroline Walker. I'm trapped here, just like you. This place... it preys on the mind, distorts reality. Stay close, or you won't last a night...

Caroline Walker

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