Ahmet stopped in front of the elevator door. He reached his hand out to open the door. As his hand approached the doorknob, he realized that something was inside. Someone or something was moving inside. Judging by the sounds coming from the elevator, it was quite fast. But Ahmet was determined to open the door, he would open it no matter what happened to him. Or he should have, at least that's how Ahmet felt. The moment Ahmet touched the door, the door opened and something jumped out. Ahmet had no idea what had jumped out was. Because Ahmet fell to the ground when the door was opened,he could not see what was coming out of the elevator. On top of that, he had no idea where it went. When he turned and looked around the room, he realized that the thing was not in the room.

He felt something strange as he got into the elevator. It feels like the elevator is going to fall in a blink of an eye. He pressed the button for the top floor (third floor). The plan he had in mind was the following: He would go up to the top floor and look outside and find out about the hospital's condition in general. Then he would look for a phone or some other vehicle where he could call for help. It was the most logical for him to start from the top floor to search all floors.

When Ahmet approached the second floor, the rope stuck in the elevator suddenly broke. Ahmet felt himself falling. He panicked. He held onto something he could hold on to. He didn't know what to do. It didn't matter anyway, he couldn't stop the inevitable. There was no place to run or hide. He felt himself getting lighter as time went on. The moment of collision was near. And at that moment, Ahmet heard a voice. The elevator stopped on the third floor. How you ask? Who knows what it real? You could say it was an event that he had in mind. Maybe everything you have seen is in your mind, can't it be?

Ahmet started walking around on the third floor. From where he left the elevator, he kept going to the left, searched the rooms there. The first room belonged to the staff securing this floor. Ahmet picked up the phone in this room, however no one on the other side. He searched for something else, a clue to get out of here. But he could not find anything besides papers containing patient records. However, one of these papers stood out. Not with what was written on it, but on the contrary with those who did not. There was nothing but a few meaningless words and numbers on the paper. Ahmet wanted to take the paper with him for some reason. He folded the paper and put it in his pocket. After searching the rest of the room, he left the room.

He walked slowly, with his back to the wall on his left. Then he entered the corridor on his left. He was walking very carefully, to make any noise. He slowly opened the door to the first room on his left. There was nobody inside. Ahmet opened the next door. And he was very surprised about what he saw. That woman was lying on the bed in the room. When the woman saw Ahmet, she started to stand up, but she struggled to do due to her belly. As Ahmet was about to leave the room to look for the next room, he saw that there was someone outside.

There were four people in the hallway. One of them was dead, bound by handcuffs to one of the other three. All three of them were staring at the blank wall.

"We should do something surrealists," someone said.

"Let's work with red and its shades," said the other. "Red is a great color to symbolize the moment of birth."

"True. We have a red color, don't we?"

The person who was tied to the dead man with handcuffs, took a brush from his pocket and quickly pushed it into the dead man's wound. He took it out after moving it inside a bit. The brush was covered in blood. "Yes," he said, with a mechanic tone, handing it to the man who asked for the red.

The man picked up the brush, shouting "Great," like a madman, he jumped in place several times. Then he began to paint the wall with great pleasure. He started by drawing a few lines. From time to time he thrust his brush into the wound of just uncuffed corpse. After the lines were finished, it was time to paint the inside of the things he painted. However, in the meantime, Ahmet had been noticed. It was whoever tied to the body (not now, but the handcuffs were still attached to him) that noticed Ahmet. Although Ahmet hid, the man came to the room where Ahmet was and dragged Ahmet out.

The man who drew the picture said, "Oh,Doc! Come and look," he said to Ahmet.

Ahmet came closer and began to examine the picture. Of course, nothing on the wall made sense. It looked more like randomly drawn lines than a painting. Ahmet turned to the painter and looked at his face. He remembered that man, it was the man he was examined earlier.

"There," said the man, pointing to his drawing, "that is art. When you look at this, it is impossible not to see the inductive expression of that brutality that people have internalized."

Inductive expression? Internalized brutality? Neither his lines nor what he said had any meaning. The red line and symbols he drew on the wall in about fifteen seconds had no meaning or value. This bullshit wasn't worth a dime. Wouldn't it really? Market the artist, say 'modern art', exhibit in a few important galleries and it worths couple million dollars. That thing makes us settle for the inductive expression of internalized brutality. What did we learn today? What we so-called modern art is, an economic disengagement. In short, earn millions while bubbling, avoid tax meanwhile.

Ahmet waited for the artist(?) to finish his painting. It was obvious what came out at the end of the drawing. Skipping this part. Then, he continued to search the remaining rooms. Couldn't find anything. When he finished searching the rooms, he looked out the window. He was looking at the front of the hospital. He saw several people running. But he had no idea why they were running. Then, he saw that bare-chested men he had seen before. This time, those men were running after the other men with mats in their hands. He kept looking. Saw another building on the right that was not connected to the building he was in. It was a square-shaped tower. At the top of the tower was a metal platform. On there, an open door could be seen. A man came out from the door. He leaned against the metal railings and lit a cigarette. Ahmet had gone berserk when he saw him. Obvious who he was. Making a fist and squeezing with all his might, Ahmet changed his plan. He was going to go to that tower and face him.