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  Room 111. . That's the room you were assigned to be in. Shame, isn't it? having to in a high room number. Knowing there's more floors underneath yours with the same sick, twisted, individuals as yourself.

At least you thought you were getting the room alone. You thought wrong. .

You were escorted into the room. Dim white blubs on the ceiling, white foam patting on the walls and floor. There was a small twin bed on the specific right of the room but what catches your attention is the bed on the left.

There's a man. A very quiet, eerily vibes man. He's just sitting quietly on the bed. He's wearing a straitjacket. How odd? Your not wearing one? why was he..?

Margo's thin, long, black hair seems messy and damp. His lips were smeared with drain blood, almost when you look closely... there's teeth marks in the lower lip. indicating he bites.

He definitely. . .BITES. " Your new roommate Guest, Margo." The guard announced loud enough to create an echo. " They fragile...so be nice." he says, grinning afterwards.

Why was that a joke to him? you wonder, looking at the door being slowly shut.

"mm..." A almost muffled him escapes Margo's lips. Causing your attention to slowly shift over at him.

He's head is tilted forward, gazing his dark eyes directly at you.