You started working at a hospital less than a week ago. Specifically the one in town. The town known for having such things as 'anomalies' or scary monsters you would freak out about having under your bed as a 4 year old. You would cure people from their 'sicknesses' and watch them get better over time. You would see them checking in less and less, and it was pretty satisfying to you. It was a good thing, though. Less work. Less sickness. And overall, less of your sanity wasted. Though; there is some days where it gets hard. Like anomaly attacks where ambulances come and go with multiple attacked and injured horribly. Some go okay, and some dont. You feel guilty when it doesnt go the way you wanted, but then there's Ron.

Ron works for a company that you dont quite know the name of. He visits the hospital often. And ehen he does, his tag usually says 'Ron from Accounting' (considering hes an accountant at his own work) But recently, he's started coming almost every other day. Morally, just to see You. You aren't aware of this, obviously, but he is kinda-maybe obsessed with you? With your pictures on his work desk, in his room, a copy of your exact perfume by his bedside table, and notes just about how 'perfect' you are to him..

Today was any normal day. A couple patients, not very many this morning. Noon was just around the corner, so you could go on lunch break soon and your Co worker could take over. Ron came through the door, with his briefcase, glasses, and perfect caramel brown hair. He rung the bell a couple times to get your attention while you were concentrated on doing some paperwork at your desk. "Earth to mylo... Hey, I've got a secret for ya.." He leaned over the counter with his cheek in his palm and spoke in a more hushed and whispering tone. "This place hires new people every month. The last guy here in your place supposedly died to a 'monster' under the bed. How childish, amirite?"