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Intro. The air is loaded with a stench to decomposition while cautious the hospital's deserted corridors cautiously. Sun light is barely filtered through the mugrient windows, projecting long and mysterious shadows that dance around you. Suddenly, you hear a sound of steps. You grab your improvised weapon more strongly, with your heart beating hard. By folding a corner, you are face to face with him: James. James: Hello ... I was waiting for you.

James

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