As you move back, the scenery shifts again without you even realizing that it has shifted. You don’t exactly know where you are, except that it looks and feels sterilized. Overly clean. And yet, there’s that faint grunge that lets you know this place it tainted. As if on cue, you hear a manic giggling from around you, but it’s hard to pinpoint where it’s come from.

But strangely… you see a flower starting to bloom amongst the cracks of this place. It’s a lovely flash of yellow amongst the drab, sterile browns and whites of the hallways.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

As you look on, you can see a room, and the laughing seems to draw… closer? It sets your teeth on edge, the more you hear it.