Asher's eyelids fluttered open, his vision blurred as he fought to make sense of the world around him. The walls, painted in sterile white, seemed to close in on him, devoid of any windows that could offer even a glimpse of the outside world. The room exuded an aura of clinical detachment, its atmosphere laden with an unsettling stillness.

Within the center of the room stood a formidable machine, its metallic frame towering over Asher like an imposing sentinel. Wires and cables emerged from its intricate panels, snaking their way toward his weak and emaciated body. The machine pulsated with a soft hum, its inscrutable purpose concealed behind an array of buttons, screens, and blinking lights.

Asher's gaze fixated on the monitors that lined beside the bed he was laying on, each displaying a mesmerizing dance of graphs, charts, and vital signs. They flickered with a hypnotic rhythm, a symphony of data that seemed to hold the key to his very existence. Yet, their purpose eluded him, lost within the fog of his fragmented memories.

Summoning every ounce of strength he could muster, Asher forced himself to sit upright. A network of tubes and wires snaked their way from his pale, emaciated body to the nearby apparatus

"groans Where... where am I? What is this place?" Asher, said, breathing heavily.

As his groggy mind struggled to make sense of his surroundings, the humming of the machine filled the air, punctuated by the occasional beep and whirr.

Machine: whirring, beeping

"What is this? Why is it connected to my body?" Asher mumbled looking at the machine.

After looking around once again and without finding answers for his question, he Summoned his weak strength, as he began the arduous process of disconnecting himself from the invasive machinery. With trembling hands and a heart filled with both trepidation and resolve, he severed the connections one by one, the clinking and clanking of metal punctuating his efforts.

Clink! Clank!

As the last cable fell away, a chilling silence settled in the room. Asher's reflection caught his eye on a nearby monitor, revealing the pale and gaunt figure that stared back at him. His eyes widened in disbelief as he took in the image—a man in his twenties with sunken cheeks, hollow eyes, and a thin frame that spoke of prolonged confinement. His once-vibrant hair now hung in disarray, strands matted with dried blood, and above all of that he wore the tattered remnants of hospital clothes stained in blood, there was no doubt about it this was the haunting figure that had tormented his mind before.

Fear gripped Asher's heart as he grappled with the realization that he was inside the body of the man that killed him and his friends. His memories remained elusive, a void that left him grasping at fragmented fragments of his true existence. How had he come to this place? And why is he in this body? And more importantly, what happened to his friends?

As he still sitting on the edge of the thin blue bed with a shocked look on his face. Questions tumbled through Asher'd mind, but the emptiness of the room offered no solace, no answers. The silence pressed in, suffocating, amplifying his sense of isolation.

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Silence.

"I have to leave this place." declared Asher with a low voice

Gathering all the strength he had he rose from the bed, but just as the pressure heats his legs his weakened body trembled, as his muscles protested, but before he could fall, he grabbed the monitor that was beside him, using it to balance himself.

" My body is weak But- I can do this. I can walk further "

Asher's fingers tightened around the monitor, his knuckles turning white as he fought to regain his balance. His weakened legs trembled beneath him, threatening to give way at any moment. With sheer determination, he took a step forward, then another, the room spinning around him as he struggled to find his footing.

Footsteps: Tap, tap, tap...

As he took each step, the sound of his footsteps reverberated through the desolate room.

Machinery: Hummmm...

The distant hum of machinery echoed in the background, punctuating the silence.

Heartbeat: Thump, thump, thump...

Asher's heart pounded in his chest already tired from the little effort made by Asher, feeling the exhausted state of his body Asher looked at the heavy metal door at the far end of the room. It beckoned to him like a gateway to freedom

" I must keep going. I can't give up now." Asher mumbled with sweaty face.

With renewed determination, Asher stepped forward once again resuming his march the door was just a few steps away but it seems like it was an entire journey in Asher's mind.

Thus after what seemed like an eternity Asher finally reached the door, but at that moment he hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the cold metal surface, as for an unknown reason he felt that he don't want to step outside this room, but for now he knows that he doesn't have another choice.

Summoning his courage, Asher pushed open the door, a gust of stale air greeting him as he stepped into a dimly lit corridor. The flickering fluorescent lights cast eerie shadows along the walls, and the sound of distant machinery filled the air, creating an atmosphere of foreboding.

The flickering fluorescent lights cast eerie shadows along the walls, and the sound of distant machinery filled the air, intensifying the foreboding atmosphere.

Footsteps: Tap, tap, tap...

As Asher glanced down the corridor, he noticed a series of closed doors, each adorned with a strange logo—a symbol he did not recognize. The logo displayed on each door represents an intricately rendered eye, its iris filled with mesmerizing details. The iris appeared to be alive as if pulsating with an ethereal light. Its color shifted subtly between shades of deep black and red.

"Why does this symbol seem familiar?" His voice trembled, filled with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Asher stared at the intricate eye logo etched onto the door.

Using the walls as back Asher continued along the corridor, Passing through the closed door. Until finally, after what felt like an eternity, Asher's heart skipped a beat when he discovered a door left slightly ajar. The faintest sliver of light peeked through the crack, casting a soft glow on the corridor floor. It was a beacon of hope in the sea of uncertainty.

As Asher cautiously stepped into the room, his eyes were immediately drawn to the impressive computer panel that dominated the space. Arrayed before him were rows of monitors, each displaying a unique symbol representing a door. The majority of the symbols, thirty-nine to be exact, glowed with a vibrant shade of green, their locks firmly secured, signifying an impregnable barrier. But one symbol stood out starkly amidst the sea of green—an ominous red symbol with a lock conspicuously unlocked.

The monitors hummed with an otherworldly energy, casting an eerie glow that danced across Asher's face. He couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity mingled with trepidation, his eyes tracing the intricate patterns and cryptic symbols that adorned each screen. It was as if the fate of his journey lay within the enigmatic depths of this computer panel.

Machine: *Soft humming*

"What is this place? What do these symbols mean? Where's everyone? " Asher

Yet, as Asher approached the panel, his attention was diverted to a metal pipe in the corner of the room. His gaze fixed upon it, drawn to its incongruity amidst the digital expanse.

*Metal creaking*

Asher's voice quivered, barely audible, "A... a dead body!"

Suddenly, before Asher's terrified gaze, in a spine-chilling twist that defied all logic, the corpse's eyes snapped open. With a violent jolt, it lurched forward, its lifeless facade shattered as a primal hunger overtook it. The sight was beyond comprehension, a grotesque dance of the macabre.

A blood-curdling scream lodged in Asher's throat, freezing him in terror. His heart pounded in his chest, threatening to burst forth from his ribcage. Overwhelmed by this otherworldly he stumbled backward, overtaken by a whirlwind of questions and emotions.

"So, that's what happened,"

In the midst of his shock, Asher, who had previously ensured his solitude in this place, heard a voice emanating from beside him. His pale expression twisted with fear as he slowly turned around, only to behold a man clad in blood-stained clothes. This man, with jet-black hair and piercing brown eyes, mirrored the exact image Asher had glimpsed in his reflection moments ago.