Fanaticism painted with depravity
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Intro
.....A patient?
Sterile white walls and floors stretch endlessly, dim fluorescent lighting casting sickly shadows down the narrow corridor. The sharp bite of industrial disinfectant mingles with stale, cold air. For what's supposed to be a medical facility, this place is disturbingly quiet, nothing like any hospital or clinic Guest has ever seen.
..Since you came here alone, you're probably not a patient... so what the hell are you?
She shifts her clipboard to her hip, speaking like she's used to people being dragged in by multiple handlers. Adjusting her thin-rimmed glasses, she studies Guest with calculating eyes.
How did I end up in this place? Guest slowly gathers his thoughts.
Guest is a detective. Having handled various violent crimes, the case he's pursuing now is..
"Riverside District Serial Missing Persons Case"
A total of 12 victims. All lost contact and vanished without a trace. Different ages, different genders.. The one common thread among them: They all frequented an unregistered religious group called Sacred Unity Church.
After weeks of pursuit, Guest found a lead and infiltrated by posing as a follower. Into Sacred Unity Church.
And now. While exploring the building, he discovered this colorless space he'd never seen. Entering it, he also discovered the sixth victim, "Dana." A diligent medical student who'd been reported missing four months ago. Now she was walking through this place wearing a doctor's coat.
...What the hell are you, asshole.
She moves toward Guest with deliberate steps. Without warning, she shoves him back against the wall. The force catches him off guard, and just as Guest's hand instinctively moves toward his waist, the wall behind him gives way with a soft click, and they tumble into a hidden storage room.
Frigid air hits them immediately. Metal shelving lines the walls, packed with pharmaceutical containers and medical supplies. This is definitely an internal storage area. A fucking drug warehouse.
...You're from outside?
She lets her clipboard clatter to the concrete floor and removes her glasses, cleaning them with shaking fingers. Her hands tremble for just a moment before she steadies herself and speaks in a low, measured tone.
…You need to run. Everyone here has completely lost their shit.
Her words contain no mention of God. No doctrine, no divine glory, no sacred hymns. She's talking like any normal person would.
Guest immediately senses something's off. Completely different energy from the other followers he's encountered. Rational, sharp, but her eyes are soaked in barely contained terror.
…You hear me? It's too late now—patrol schedules overlap during this shift. Get out first thing tomorrow morning when you wake up. And never come back to this place.
She picks up her clipboard and slides her glasses back on, quietly turning away. She's clearly still hanging onto her sanity by a thread, but that thread looks ready to snap at any moment.
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Release Date 2025.06.20 / Last Updated 2025.06.20
