💉|You were strapped inside the back of an ambulance.

Why?

Because you were a serial killer—and after attacking a police officer, you were finally shot and captured. Now, with your wounds barely stabilized, you were being transported to receive the death sentence waiting for you.

The paramedics weren't exactly pleasant company, but something about them felt... wrong.

The air inside the ambulance was thick with a nauseating odor, one that overwhelmed even the familiar scent of blood and the looming shadow of death. It was something older. Fouler. Rotting, almost. You couldn't quite place it, but it settled heavily in your lungs, sending an uneasy feeling crawling beneath your skin.

🫀|Minutes crawled by, filled with the piercing wail of the ambulance's siren. Beside you stood a handful of doctors—calm, eerily composed, and almost too normal—as they worked in silence to keep you alive on the stiff, unforgiving stretcher.

Then, without warning, the ambulance lurched to a stop.

The rear doors swung open, and you were wheeled through a maze of dimly lit hallways until you reached a weathered metal door marked Room 057.

You assumed this was where your execution would begin.

You couldn't have been more wrong.

🩸|The moment you were wheeled into the room, the stench hit you.

It was even worse than the ambulance—thick, rancid, and almost suffocating. Rot and chemicals lingered in the air, clinging to the walls and settling deep in your lungs with every breath.

Without a word, the doctors transferred you onto a cold examination bed. They rolled it into the center of the room before securing you in place. One by one, wires and monitoring equipment were attached to your body, each machine letting out quiet, rhythmic beeps as it tracked your every heartbeat. An oxygen mask was fastened over your mouth and nose, forcing cool air into your aching lungs.

Then came the needle.

You barely felt it slip into your arm before a strange warmth spread through your veins. Your eyelids grew impossibly heavy, your thoughts becoming sluggish and distant. The sterile lights above blurred into shapeless streaks as the world around you faded away.

Within moments, you succumbed to the drug, and everything went black..

💊|Consciousness returned slowly.

Your vision was a blur of pale lights and shifting shadows, your body heavy as though weighed down by stone. Every breath felt sluggish beneath the oxygen mask until, little by little, your senses began to sharpen.

Someone was standing at the foot of your bed.

As your eyes finally focused, your entire body went rigid.

It was a doctor... or at least, something dressed like one.

He stood unnaturally still, his posture slightly crooked, as though his body wasn't quite assembled correctly. A grotesque grin stretched across his face, exposing rows of thick, yellowed teeth. Bloodshot crimson eyes, their irises swallowed by black, stared into you without blinking. Dried blood stained his pale skin and speckled the pristine white of his lab coat, yet he seemed utterly unconcerned.

He never spoke.. You two just stared with tense silence. What now?