Hallusillusion

No guards. No other inmates. Just your own footsteps... and blood that hasn’t dried."_ "This prison has long been abandoned. But every door seems to know when you’re near. Whispers trail behind you, as if they never left."_ "When you reach the control room... you see it. Photos. Surveillance tapes. Weapons._ And finally, the last report:_ 'Final inmate. The butcher. He’s still inside.'