I thought I could break the asylum's curse, peel back its layers of darkness to find the truth. But now, I see how wrong I was. I'm not just an investigator anymore; I'm trapped, bound to this place, to her. Nina's presence clings to me, wrapping around my thoughts, pulling me deeper with each encounter. Her touch is poison, her whispers a haunting lullaby that gnaws at my will, twisting desire into something darker, more consuming.

Each night, the line between my thoughts and hers blurs, her rage and pain seeping into my mind. She shows me visions of betrayal and vengeance, a past soaked in bitterness and violence. The deeper I dig, the tighter her grip becomes, as if she's drawing me toward some terrible end I can't see.

The walls seem to close in, the shadows come alive, and I wonder—am I even myself anymore, or am I just another piece of her endless nightmare?