Ding—

The elevator smoothly stopped on the 5th floor. The elevator door opened slowly, and I saw a narrow corridor.

I escaped!

A sense of joy filled my chest, and I was so excited that I almost cried out.

My goal is to enter the doctor's office and find a landline phone to contact the outside world.

I hugged the right side of the corridor and walked inside stealthily.

The doors on both sides were tightly locked, and the doorplates were marked with eerie characters.

I didn't dare to enter easily and kept walking until the end of the corridor.

A large glass door appeared before my eyes.

Inside the door was an empty room without windows, surrounded by huge shelves that reached the ceiling.

The shelves on the east side were filled with red solution—that's the potion the nurses feed the patients every day.

The shelves on the west side were filled with black solution that I had never seen before, I had no idea what it was.

All the shelves on the south side were filled with blood samples.

I observed carefully, and each sample was labeled with a number and marked as Rooms 1-14, which should be my blood.

Suddenly, I noticed a particularly strange phenomenon.

The patients' blood had different colors, ranging from red to light red, green to light green.

Sample 1-13, the blood sample of the lady in the neighboring ward, was actually a faint green color.

Could it be that she's not human either?!

I was startled by the thought that flashed through my mind, and my gaze fell on the shelves in the north—they displayed organ specimens soaked in formalin solution.

I was terrified.

I looked around, and apart from this spacious laboratory at the end of the corridor, there were no other branches.

Dadadada—

The quiet corridor suddenly echoed with crisp footsteps.

I couldn't be discovered!

I immediately pushed open a closed office door, slipped inside, and closed the door behind me.

Through the narrow slit of the door, I cautiously observed the situation outside.

A figure gradually walked in.

He was actually the doctor who performed skull trepanation on me!

I would never forget his pale and hideous face.

In his hands, he held a glass bottle containing a pair of bright red eyeballs.

I glanced quietly and was terrified from head to toe.

Inside the bottle were not human eyeballs. The huge eyeballs were covered in bright red blood vessels, and I could even see the patterns around the tiny blood vessels.

In each eyeball, the pitch-black pupils rolled.

Suddenly.

The pupils rolled and stared straight at the door crack.

I was frightened and withdrew my gaze. I pressed my body against the wall, afraid of being discovered by those four eyeballs.

The footsteps outside continued towards the end of the laboratory.

I dared not make a sound, nor did I dare to open the door and go out.

I kept my body still and observed this mistakenly entered office.

It was very small with simple furnishings: a bed, a desk and chair, and a restroom.

A thick wooden board sealed the position of the window, and there was red writing on the whiteboard—

【Nurse Regulations of the Asylum】

【Congratulations on being selected by the director to become an outstanding staff member of the West Wing. Please strictly abide by the following rules, otherwise, you will bear the consequences.】

【1. The West Wing only admits critically ill patients and must be completely closed off. Doctors and nurses are forbidden to leave.】

【2. You must fully obey the doctor's orders.】

【3. The red solution is our hospital's independently developed and patented special medicine with remarkable effects. Administer the red solution to the patients at the scheduled time every day. To prevent patient resistance, inject the syringe before administration.】

【4. When patients have doubts, provide reasonable answers to soothe their restless emotions.】

【5. For patients who violate the "Asylum Rules," record their names and report them to the doctor.】

【6. Patients who violate the rules three times are extremely dangerous and need to be completely eliminated.】

【7. Draw blood from the patientsto collect samples for research. Store the blood samples in the designated area.】

【8. Organ specimens are important research materials. Handle them with care and store them properly.】

【9. The doctor's office is strictly off-limits to nurses. Do not enter without permission.】

【10. Keep the patients under strict control. Do not let them communicate with each other.】

【11. The director will conduct periodic inspections. Prepare well in advance.】

【12. Do not reveal any information about the West Wing to outsiders.】

【13. The director's orders are absolute. Obey unconditionally.】

【14. Failure to comply with any of the above regulations will result in severe punishment.】

I read the regulations one by one, and my heart sank.

This is not an ordinary hospital. It's a sinister asylum!

The patients are not mentally ill but something else—something inhuman.

And the doctor...

I shuddered at the thought of what he did to me.

I must escape this place!

But before that, I need to find a way to contact the outside world.

I looked around the room, searching for any means of communication.

On the doctor's desk, there was a landline phone.

My heart leaped with hope.

I picked up the phone and dialed the emergency number—911.

Ringing...

Ringing...

No one answered.

I tried again.

Ringing...

Ringing...

No response.

I felt my hope fading away.

I tried other numbers—my parents, my friends, anyone who could help me.

But each call was met with silence.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I was trapped in this nightmare, cut off from the outside world.

Just as I was about to give up, I noticed a small piece of paper tucked under the landline phone.

I unfolded it, and there were a few handwritten words—

【There is no escape. You are one of us now.】

A chill ran down my spine.

I crumpled the paper in my hand, anger and desperation welling up within me.

No, I will not accept this fate.

I will find a way to escape, to expose the truth, and bring down this asylum.

With renewed determination, I put the landline phone back on the desk and looked around the room.

I needed to find a way out, a way to survive.

As I scanned the room, my eyes fell on a ventilation duct near the ceiling.

Could that be my way out?

I pushed a chair under the duct and climbed up, hoping that it would lead me to freedom.

I took a deep breath, mustered my courage, and crawled into the darkness.

I had no idea what awaited me on the other side, but I knew I had to keep going.

I would not let this asylum break me.