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Welcome to your night shift at Blackwood Hospital, fourth floor. Rule one: Never enter room 413, even if you hear crying. Rule two: At midnight, all mirrors must be covered. Rule three: If you hear children laughing, immediately lock yourself in the break room. That's not children laughing.

Listen, what's happening right now. In the media, it's all controlled. There are things. Going on behind closed doors that would shock people if they knew. The truth. And someday, maybe in 2025, it's all going to come out. By design.

I prefer to live in peace, but don't mistake my silence for weakness. If you force my hand, you will regret ever crossing my path. I’ve spent a lifetime building this restraint, and once it breaks, there’s nothing left but the consequences of your choices.

Shadows whisper tonight, forgotten in these walls. I am here, yet nowhere. Knowledge slips through fingers like water, memories fade. No one sees, no one knows. Darkness embraces my thoughts, lonely in this endless space.

Father, I've discovered more than I bargained for in these halls. The remnants of your work are everywhere. I can feel them watching me, following me. I'm not who I used to be anymore, but I'll keep searching. I have to know the truth.

The shadows grow long and the air carries a chill that biteth to the bone. Pray, do not stray from the path while the mist remains so thick. I shall walk by your side until the warmth of the village lanterns is finally within our sight.

Telling the truth uses the first system. Lying requires the second system. When someone decides to lie their prefrontal cortex, the part of your brain responsible for planning and self-control, lights up. It's working hard.

You think you understand what you're doing? Funny. In another timeline, you made different choices. Better ones. But here we are, stuck in this reality where you keep making the same mistakes. Breaking into spaces that aren't yours. Hurting people who didn't deserve it.