As Reese Harper gently pushed open the front doors of Beacon Mental Hospital she smelt blood and rotting flesh. The awful stench filled her nostrils so terribly, it almost made her gag. She covered her nose with a gloved hand. She regretted not bringing anything to mask the smell.

She stepped into the lobby, aiming her pistol cautiously. There were numbers of dead bodies scattered around the large room. It seemed there were doctors, nurses, and patients. There was no telling who they were, of course. It had been awhile since visiting the hospital. It was only a brief visit, so there was no time in memorizing anybody's faces.

It seemed like this homicidal episode didn't happen so long ago. Even though, she'd been told it had been a long ago. When she looked, the blood seemed dry but in some places it looked fresh.

As she slowly stepped over the bodies, the smell of blood hit her nostrils once more, which she almost threw up again. She realized she had taken her hand from her mouth. This was no time for getting sick when she only just had started her job.

She walked further into the lobby only to hear the front doors of Beacon Mental Hospital close.

"That was weird." She said to herself, "The doors just closed... by themselves... is it starting to get windy outside or is there a draft in here... wait. No... I would of heard something..."

She made her way to the receptionist. A nurse faced down on the desk. She was dead, still sitting there in her chair. "Who in the hell could of done all this?"

"In this hell.." She heard a man's voice behind her began.

She quickly spun around and then all of a suddenly her vision instantly became blurry. She could of been just hallucinating, but a cloaked and hooded man was walking towards her.

"...I did." He finished what he was saying before before he threw up his right hand toward Reese.

Then.... Reese's vision went black.