Suddenly, the room was flooded with whispers. Faint at first, the voices grew louder, a cacophony of terror and despair. I felt myself being pulled into the box, as if I was being sucked into the very fabric of the patient's mind.
As I watched in horror, the box began to emit a low hum, and the air around me began to distort. I realized that I was now trapped in a never-ending cycle of fear and madness, forever bound to the diagnostic box and its dark, abyssal power. scary01 diagbox 7 top
The screen flickered to life, displaying a cryptic message: "Patient Profile: Echo-1. Diagnosis: Sanity fragmented. Treatment: Ongoing." Suddenly, the room was flooded with whispers