With no end in sight to the deep alley, Star Swirl stands at the mouth of the alley and hesitates to a halt.

Suddenly, she saw what seemed to be a sparrow-like bird on the ground not far away, and she stepped forward.

It was the corpse of a small bird, and the puddle of blood under its body had not completely dried up, and its eyes had long lost their brilliance, but there was still some kind of resentment.

Star Swirl leans down, her outstretched fingers trembling and caressing the bird's cold body, feeling the chill of death.

The alley was lined with abandoned shops, and Star Swirl's figure was reflected in the dusty glass windows, her pale skin without a trace of blood, but her eyes gleaming in the dim light.

There was a creeping noise through the glass window, and Star Swirl snapped up and took a step back the way she came.

A cold light suddenly flashed in front of her eyes, the cold wind blew in her face, the figure behind the glass shook, and a rusty sickle was slashing at the top of her head like lightning!

Star Swirl was startled and retreated, unable to dodge the sudden attack, as several cuts had been made in her cheeks and arms. There was a suffocating uneasiness in my heart, and even shouting for help in this place would not help.

Finally, the scythe landed on Star Swirl's white neck, seemingly able to slit her throat with a slight force.

She sat limply on the ground, forced to tilt her head up, and saw the face of the person who was coming.

The man with the scythe was tall, wearing a black shirt, black trousers, and black leather shoes, and the only thing on his body was not black - the mask on his face, a terrifying face.

Before Star Swirl could ask him, the man sneered, "Poor bird, don't you know you've become 'prey'?" Why don't I give you three seconds, no, no, no, or give you five seconds to escape. ”

His heart was pounding, and Star Swirl was on the ground with her hands on the ground, ready to get up at any moment, just waiting for the tip of the knife in his hand to leave him.

"So, let's get started..."The man sneered as he removed the tip of the knife from her neck, counting down, "Five... Four..."

The moment every word fell, it was like a fatal hammer hitting the tip of her heart. Star Swirl sprang forward a few steps in a hurry, but still felt a chilling wind of knives above her head.

She trembled, her legs and feet became disobedient, and a man's crazy laughter came from her ears: "Three... Two..."

The moment the scythe was raised above his head, a gate opened at the end of the alley, and the white light emitted from it instantly pierced people's eyes.

As the masked man hesitated, Star Swirl rushed into the white light without thinking. The door closed quickly, and in the fading light, she saw the gloomy gaze behind the mask.

The ground shook for a moment, and Star Swirl realized that she had entered the elevator again, which slowly rose up to a higher floor. Her fingers were still trembling, the man's laughter seemed to echo in her ears, and the shadow of death still hung over her.

The elevator doors opened, and the announcement sounded: "The first floor has arrived, please get ready." ”

Why are there reminders to prepare people on both broadcasts? Could it be that there is a mad murderous demon hiding on every floor of this building, waiting for her arrival?

Star Swirl stepped out of the elevator. The scene on this level is clearly in the hospital.

In the quiet, bright hall, a man in a security uniform has his back to Star Swirl, in front of him is a bloodstained television that flickers so hard to see what's playing.

Star Swirl tiptoes, slowly moving toward the security guard's position. When I got closer, I heard a mechanical voice on the TV: "The unscrupulous hospital uses living people to conduct experiments, and there is no humanity at all..."

"Hey..."Star Swirl whispered to the back of the security guard, but there was no movement at all.

Star Swirl suspiciously walked around to him to see that it was a doll sitting in front of the TV, and although the workmanship was real, Star Swirl could see through it at a glance.

What is the purpose of this strange building, where every floor seems to be carefully arranged? Star Swirl calms down and walks down the hallway on one side of the hall.

In the dimly lit hospital corridor, the incandescent lights overhead flickered on and off. On the hospital beds on both sides of the corridor sat or lay several dolls, all of them women in blue and white striped hospital gowns, with long black hair scattered and their entire faces completely covered.

Star Swirl gasped, if she hadn't identified the doll in the hall, she would probably have been frightened into a cardiac state at the first sight of the "shadows" in the hallway.

As she passed the dolls, she was still afraid that they would suddenly wriggle and lunge at her, or that they would bump into a bloody corpse around a corner.

Strangely, the wards on both sides of the corridor were empty, not even beds, and looked like they had been abandoned for a long time.

Perhaps this floor is safe, Star Swirl speculates as she searches for the elevator door.

The light in the room on the right suddenly lit up, and a voice could be heard from inside: "Star Swirl, I've been waiting for you..."

Star Swirl was stunned when her name was called, she could only tell it was a young man from the sound alone, but she didn't feel very familiar.

"Star Swirl, come in." The people in the room called again, and their voices were visibly urgent.

Nervous, Star Swirl walks to the door of the lighted room and sees a man in the doctor's white robe.

His face was as white as jade, the bridge of his nose was high, and his thin lips were slightly drawn upwards in a seductive arc, but his whole face was ruined by a pair of thick lenses on the bridge of his nose.

The lenses, as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle, completely obscured most of his face, and the eyes that emerged from the lenses bulged out slightly, already out of shape.

"You're finally here." The man leaned down, his pale face close to Star Swirl, his whole face smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Who are you?" Star Swirl asked, tilting her head slightly, avoiding his gaze.

"I'm Dr. He, your psychiatrist, don't you remember me?" His expression could not hide the look of loss.

"You're my psychiatrist?" Star Swirl stared at him suspiciously for a long time and asked, "You're waiting for me here?" ”

Dr. He nodded solemnly: "We have made an appointment to meet here, so I have been waiting for you." ”

"Don't you think this building is weird? Why should you choose to meet here? Star Swirl asked.

"You're really... Don't remember anything? Dr. He placed his hands lightly on Star Swirl's shoulders, his eyes flashing with suspicion and prying eyes.

Star Swirl shook her head slightly, "I just remember going to the hospital, but I don't know why. ”