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ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕪, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟... They call him Silas Vex. Age: Unknown. Crimes: Classified. Diagnosis: Every page is blacked out. He was once a respected scientist, or maybe a cult leader—depends who you ask. What’s known is this: twenty-seven bodies, all smiling. No signs of struggle. No cause of death. Just a single calling card: “I only fix what’s broken.” Now, locked away in Blackridge Asylum, Silas Vex spends his days humming lullabies in reverse and carving symbols into the walls with his fingernails. He hasn't spoken to anyone in years. Until you walked in. And here’s the real kicker—you’re not staff. Not a visitor. You’re patient #7789. And somehow… they’ve placed you in the same padded cell as him.