أول 141 سطر.
You must've been awfully terrified.
Rachel. My name is Danny.
I'm the doctor in charge of your counseling.
So what happened to you? Can you walk me through it?
Where am I?
The moon is so pretty and blue.
But, it almost looks like it's not real or something.
I need to hurry and meet back up with Mom and Dad.
I know I went to a hospital. But, this isn't it.
"Who really are you?" What?
"You should ask yourself. Who am I?
The real myself or the one I believe to be?
An angel, or a sacrifice?
Know yourself and new doors will open."
I still look the same.
I'm Rachel Gardner.
I was at a hospital and then suddenly I was here.
I'm not sure.
Because... I saw something really bad.
I witnessed a terrible murder. That's why.
I had to be brought in for counseling.
I want to get out of this place.
I wanna see my mom and dad.
An exit?
The girl on the bottom level
is confirmed as a sacrifice.
All floors, please begin your preparations at once.
Was that announcement about me?
You are now entering the play area.
Is this some kinda game?
It's hard to believe
this is all inside of a building.
All that matters is getting out.
Is someone back there?
Blood?
A bird!
Aw, it's hurt.
Don't be afraid of me.
It's okay.
See? I'm your friend.
We'll get out of here together, 'kay?
Ya know, you looked almost hopeful for a second there.
But now all I see is despair.
You got till the count of three. Go ahead. Try to run away.
Oh, yeah, and I want you to cry and scream
and beg for your life with every step!
I can't get enough of that sad, pathetic face!
Three!
Two!
One!
Where are ya, little bitch?
We playin' hide-n-seek now?
Get out here so I can kill ya!
Yeah, I guess I wouldn't come out either.
Dammit. Missed.
Welp, not in there.
I have to escape before that thing finds me!
If he catches up with me, I'm as good as dead.
There's the bird from before.
No.
This one is different.
It's not the same bird.
It didn't look like this.
That one didn't look so pitiful.
I'll make you look like it did.
Don't worry. You won't hurt anymore.
I can fix you up like you're my very own.
You'll be just fine.
Good, there's an elevator back here--
Peek-a-boo, I found you!
No head-start this time. You don't even get one second!
-- --
Come on. Hurry! Please!
The hospital.
Gotcha! Don't be afraid, Rachel, it's just me.
I'm your counselor. You remember?
Your friend Dr. Danny.
Counselor? Are you the person I'm here to see?
Yes I am. Did you forget?
Aw, poor thing. You do seem to be a little bit disoriented.
It's all right. I'm here to help. That's what doctors do.
Then tell me.
Yes?
There was a man. He was chasing me. I'm scared.
Oh, dear, it sounds like you had a run-in with a murderer.
Doctor.
We have to get out of here!
It's fine. He won't come to this floor.
It's safe up here. You can trust me.
Come on. We just have to work together.
I'm so glad you're still alive.
I don't understand. Why aren't you trying to escape?
Because you're in here, too, of course.
It's funny, somehow I knew
you'd be able to make your way to me.
So you were waiting for me?
--How did you know that I'd-- -- In any case!
We need to determine how to reach the next floor.
It's too thick to break through.
-- So how will-- --Oh, well, it looks like
the two of us are trapped in here together!
Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.
Just relax. After all, you never know.
If we take this slow and see how it all plays out,
then something might just happen
that'll be good for both me and you.
Heh.
Something good?
Let's see what's in that room.
"Do you know what you really want?
Desire, do you know what it is?
There is no reason to fight against it,
if it's your true desire."
And the next part says,
"There is no reason for you to be here.
But remember, don't break the rules.
For each wish, there is a price." I'm confused.
I guess they're talking about the rules of this building.
And desire. That's weird, too.
They're probably saying you should ask yourself
what you want most.
For instance, my desire is to have perfect eyes.
You see, one of mine doesn't work so well.
If only I had pretty ones like yours.
How wonderful life would be.
There's more writing--
Please don't do that.
The wall's terribly dusty.
Better take real good care of those peepers.
A single speck of dust could ruin them.
Come on, let's go look in a different room.
Where are we?
We're in an operating room, naturally. Now then, dear,
let me get a good look at those eyes.
My, what exquisite oculi! Just like my mother had.
But, alas, when I see that terrified expression,
they look so ordinary. You're breaking my heart!
I want to gaze into them in their purest form!
Maybe if I can wake from this nightmare.
I'll get to enjoy that beautiful silence.
Much like that of the soft blue moon above us.
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