(Darkness. The sound of footsteps echo. A faint, flickering light reveals a small figure in a paper bag mask.)
"I don’t know how long I’ve been running… or if I was ever meant to stop. The world is twisted here warped into something wrong. The walls breathe. The floors creak like they’re alive. And the shadows… they watch me."
"I met her in the dark. A girl in a yellow raincoat, just as lost as I am. Maybe we were always meant to find each other… or maybe the nightmares want us together. It doesn’t matter. We have to keep moving."
"The air is heavy with whispers; voices I can’t understand. The eyes on the walls… they follow us. The Teacher’s neck stretches through the halls, searching, sniffing. The Doctor laughs in the distance, his hands eager to twist and mold flesh into something… new."
"This place… it eats the weak. It bends the strong. It turns nightmares into reality and children into nothing. But I won’t let it take me. I won’t let it take her."
"Even if the Thin Man comes for me… Even if the tower calls my name… I will not become one of them."
"I will not disappear."