"I see cages. Too big to keep small animals inside, let alone kids. And I see some that are too small fit in any human at all. A dog or a cat, maybe. But not an actual human being. I have two theories: 1. They keep mental patients trapped in here. Or 2. They keep their failed experiments locked up inside so no one finds them. I don't know which one I'd be more afraid to find, if a mental person, or a mutated zombie... I know, there's no way in hell that a person can come back from the dead, but scientists will try anything and everything with anyone."

A ringing in his ear drove Namjoon crazy. He didn't know if it was the consequences of the radiation, or if it was something inside of the building he was in, but he was getting annoyed by it.

The ringing stopped once the man covered his ears for a while. The place got darker than before, and a few of the lights dimmed down, or stopped flickering for good. Not taking heed to the warnings the hospital was giving him, Namjoon continued to walk around the creepy, mysterious room.

"Patient 0." He read a label that was on a metal door. While leaning against the wall, Namjoon pressed his ear against the cold, steel door and listened carefully for any movements or even the slightest bit of sound he could receive from the room.

Nothing was heard, so he moved onto the next room.

Rooms 0 to 12 were all empty, so he didn't even bother checking those.

He heard sounds of scrubbing and pops, like the type of sound a person makes when they're washing clothes by hand. He pressed his head against the door of room 13 and the sounds got louder.

They sounded weird, but not as weird as the noise heard afterwards.

A strange scream followed by a growl alarmed the man. He didn't run or scream back, he just kept waking down the long hallway until he found a trail of blood and had to cover his mouth out of the horrendous shock he had received.

"Blood!? This is not a good sign. What if someone was murdered here by one of the scientists or crazy doctors? I'm starting to believe Yoongi's theory now about this place being haunted." He grabbed his camera and turned it on once more.

"I'll only use it for the flashlight, because if I record again, it'll die on me for sure and I need to save enough light to find my way back out of here." With that on his mind, he followed the mysterious and bloody trail, passing by the noisy rooms in which strange sounds had previously escaped from, the moment they sensed there was a person around.

Namjoon didn't know what that odd growling and hissing sound was, and he was pretty sure he didn't want to know either.

His legs felt numb, but he didn't care.

His breathing was stabilized and that's all that mattered to him.

"Room 55.

Room 56

Room 57..." He quietly checked each room by pressing his ear against the doors that were blocked. Nothing was heard from any of them.

The smell of blood and vomit got stronger, so he covered his mouth with a breathable face mask. Namjoon knew he should have worn a gas mask to cover his entire face, but he did wear the protective glasses and full body suit, so his head was covered anyways.

He refused the mask in order to speak properly to his camera, but he was starting to regret not wearing it now. He isn't even recording anymore, so he could have had the protective mask on to not inhale such foul odors.

So many thoughts were running through his head right now. Like, why was he in there in the first place.

Why did he decide to record everything.

What could happen to him if he gets caught by his boss or anyone else.

What if a failed experiment is still alive.

What does a failed experiment look like. And what harm will it cause him.

He'll have find out on his own.

"It has to be around here. I'm in room 601, that room has to be next to this one." A sigh of
relief left his body.

"Room XXX, I finally found you."

The door was guarded by metal bars and a pass code. Namjoon was a genius, so he knew he could crack the code eventually. He just needed to brace himself for what he might come across, let alone, what he might potentially unleash when unlocking the heavily guarded door.

"It has this much security for a reason, Namjoon. Whatever is in here must be paranormal,
or deadly." He thought to himself.

Getting inside was one thought that ran through his mind, the other was how he was going to get back out if the door would close and lock him in with the thing inside of the room as well.

He called it "The thing" because he frankly didn't know what to expect.

Could this be a person or an animal.

A baby or an elder person.

Maybe it was a mutilated person, or a mutated zombie.

He braced himself for anything.

"Come what may, I'm ready to face it." Holding his breath, he stepped in the room and found another door.

"Well, that was anticlimactic." The door he previously opened had a keyhole and a small, brass colored key that seem to have been left behind, along with a small tube used on patients whenever they draw blood on them.

Namjoon found it disgusting, and very unsanitary to leave behind someone else's DNA.

"What if that person's blood had some type of disease? What if that... Wasn't a person at all?" He gulped, pushing the tube aside with his shoes. He was thankful that it was empty:
God knows what could have happened to him if he would have stepped on the thick, crimson red substance that mainly inhabits such tiny tubular

The man stuck the key into the door that he was currently standing in front of. He turned it and heard a click, signaling him the door was unlocked.

A name he recognized pieced the last puzzle piece of the nightmare he had last night.

Mr. Kim.

That was him. That was the patient he dreamt with.

"That name again..." Just by reading that name, half of Namjoon's body froze from his waist bellow. The doctor's fear grew, as well as his anticipation of wanting to know who or what Mr. Kim truly was.

In his mind, he was imagining a short, hunched over, middle-aged man, who had saggy, wrinkled skin and bloodshot eyes. He thought of him wearing a long, light green hospital
gown that showed an inch of his skinny ankles.

His eyes were like laser beams staring at the room that looked almost like a jail cell under maximum security.

There weren't any cameras in the room, but there was a lot of security locks on it. Locks that seemed very complex for him to ever open the room. And Namjoon thought it was best if he remained that way. He preferred his safety over his curiosity.

He noticed a shadow moved from far away within the room, and his legs began to shiver while he mentally prepared himself to face an old man with a single glass eye, or a flesh eating zombie. Or at least, that's what he assumed was residing in the large room with such a maximum amount of security.

Soon, the shadow became more noticeable to him. A person was walking towards him. His bare feet were as white as his lab coat, and had IV scars and other small open wounds on them.

A tall figure stood in his presence and chuckled darkly, surprising the doctor.

"Good evening, Dr. Kim."

It was a man. A handsome man.

"What are you, Mr. Kim?" Was the first thing Namjoon was able to say, without stuttering in the presence of such an alluring, youthful looking man.

"I am many things. But people call me a disgrace. I haven't seen a normal person like you in more than ten years, as well as the light of day." Namjoon figured the poor man was probably just a person the scientists experimented with, so he pitied him.

One thing he did see in him was that there were no visible injuries or scars on anywhere else, other than on his feet. The man didn't seem like a beast either, he was just a regular looking man.

"What could they have done to you? You look completely normal. Then again, I'm no one to judge. I am just a doctor, after all." The mysterious man looked down, emptiness filled his heart.

"Normal? I haven't felt that way in years." He laughed, motionless.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you end up here in the first place?" Namjoon slowly approached the man with caution: Not too close, but not too far either. He wanted to protect himself against the stranger, but he also thought of him as a suffered patient, and wanted to act as a real doctor to him, not a threat.

The strange, pale man didn't seem to think of him as a threat either. Then again, he didn't seem to be phased by Namjoon, or anything at all. He acted bittersweet towards the doctor, showing no emotions whatsoever.

"It's a very long story I wouldn't want to bore you with. But the only information I could share with you, is that I was once a normal human just like you, but like all humans, I made a mistake that changed my life."

The doctor understood the oddly pale, raven haired, tall man. He was hoping to get to find out more about him, but their time in getting to know each other was shortened by a sound the patient was able to pick up from far away.

"I hear him. He's nearby." The man's facial expressions went from sad to stressed in just two seconds. This made the young, clueless doctor grow anxious.

"Who's nearby? What's going on?" The other didn't reply to Namjoon, he just hid back in the corner he found him in, swatting his hands towards the exit.

"Leave. Go now before he finds you!" Something about the strange patient's attitude reminded Namjoon of Yoongi's attitude in his dream.

"I'll be back, Patient Kim." He ran backwards, unable to keep his eyes off of the mysterious man. The feeling of regret and anxiety lingered in his chest, looking back at the older patient, one last time.

"Farewell, Dr. Kim."

The man quickly shut the double doors which made a loud bang noise, making him clench his jaw, tightly, and squint his eyes with the fear of being found by someone.

"Dr. Kim? Where are you?"

"Dr. Kim, we need you out here right now." Namjoon thought he was alone in the building, but after his encounter with the strange looking man with a mask over his mouth, he was easily startled by someone else's voice.

Although he wasn't the type of person to hide from anyone or anything, for the safety of his career, he decided to hide behind a grey, spray painted wall, instead of answering to the person who had called his name before.

"I guess he's not here." He saw Bohwa talking to another doctor.

"Guess not. I told you that he wasn't cut out for a night shift. He most likely quit when he noticed the thing." Bohwa and the man kept talking.

"That 'thing' has a name, you know." The other man spoke.

"I know. But let's not talk about him, he was just a mistake. By the way, who's turn is it to feed him tomorrow?"

Namjoon tried moving towards the exit, but ended up listening to their full conversation.

"Not ours, that's for sure. The boss let one of the stronger men feed him. You know how aggressive XXX can get." They both agreed that the patient usually gives them hell when it has to be fed.

"Hurry up, let's just get out of here."

The men exited the building, nearly running away from the lab.

Namjoon exhaled, finally able to unzip the suit he wore and take the protective glasses off of his face.

He immediately scrambled to his feet and avoided any other cameras on his way out. He quietly paced around the hospital and left, looking behind him, continuously.

Some of the sounds he heard had his nerves acting up. The loud noise an ice maker made, crushing up big, bloxes of ice cubes, startled him to death. He could have sworn that one of the mental patients, or 'experiments' has broken out of the prohibited room.

It was ten o' clock by the time he entered the elevator and returned safely to his car, but the sounds he heard all at once, wouldn't exit his head.

He checked the battery percentage on his camera. Knowing it was low, he still turned it on and proceeded to record with whatever was left of charge.

"You'll never believe what I just encountered."

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