Japan, Hashima Island; December 1973, 11:17 a.m.
She quickly turned around and I promptly stabbed her with the pen. The blood started coming copiously out of her shoulder while she screamed in pain. I put a hand around her neck to make her stop and I stabbed her again, until she quitted screaming.
I looked at her with pity. She was such a stupid human being. I gave her freedom and peace. But then I realized. There are so many dumb people at the hospital like Haise and Touka. What am I supposed to do now?
I heard a whisper behind me, but there wasn’t anybody there.
“I saw a fire…” I immediately recognized that voice. But there was nobody in the room.
This time I heard a scream at my left, it was another nurse. She slowly looked up.
She looked terrified. She started running away from the room. I quickly started following her along the corridor. When I reached her I jumped over her and blocked her arms and legs under my body. She wouldn’t stop shouting and crying. So noisy, too noisy. Just like a baby. I’ve always hated babies. I looked around me and saw a cloth not so far. I took it and I pushed it against her mouth and nose. She started to get agitated. Silly woman, it wasn’t enough to move me.
After a few minutes she stopped and I slowly stood up. I didn’t know if she was dead or had just fainted.
I stepped on her head and a splatter of blood and brain came out to her broken skull and her ear.
At that point she was definitely dead.
I turned and left the body behind me. I started walking down the corridors, covered in blood.
I had to think about what to do next.
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HorrorKoutaro Mado works as a psychologist in an asylum, in Hashima Island, Japan. Another average day, arrives in the hospital a new patient, who will change Mado's life completely. In collaboration with: @terenceishere (Instagram: @mariateresa.vicario) ...
