Waking up, you immediately see something is wrong. Seeing your own hands, they are covered in blood. You begin to sit up, and realization hits. You are in a bath, of blood. Not your blood thankfully, but it is definitely blood. You get out of the horrific bloodbath that you were in, and you take a good look around.. Immediately after exiting the bath, the stench of old mildew and rotting flesh fills your nostrils and makes you sick to your stomach. You walk out of the room, and clear air for the moment fills your nose, but the smell of mildew still remains. You walk from the room, and you see a lone, skinny small child sitting at the end of the hallway, seeming like he had gotten out of an adjacent room like yours. You start walking down the hall, dim light shines down on your path as you go, and the bulb swings back and forth on the small chain. You get to the small boy, after what seemed like an eternity, and you can hear him whimper, asking for forgiveness from his mother.. You reach down at him, to provide some condolence for him, to his mother that won't come to his aid. You lightly grasp onto his shoulder, and ask.. "What is wrong.. Where is your mother?" The small boy stops crying for the moment, and sits still. When he turns, it is apparent he tried slicing his own face off. Half of his face has been sliced away, and he has peeled most of the muscle and skin away to the bare skull. "Mother didn't want Tommy! Mother didn't want Tommy! Tommy is a bad boy! But Tommy will change! Tommy will change for mother!" He starts to get up, and you have already backed up from the small boy when you saw his face, and he begins to run after you; And you run from him. You don't know where you are going, but you manage to escape from the house, luckily elsewhere.. You walk out, onto a cobble sidewalk, and see an old man pushing a noodle cart down the sidewalk, and he seems to be going home after a day of work. You begin to run to him, to tell him about the lost and injured boy, but the man stops, but doesn't turn around. Your instinct tells you to run, but you pull on the mans arm, and it comes off.. You have torn the mans arm off. You look down, and see that is a bone wrapped in cloth. Looking back up, and it is nothing more than a skeleton with clothes on. The skeleton lunges and grabs you. You try to break free, but the skeleton grabs you, and tears you apart limb from limb.. Soon you are nothing but a series of bloody entrails, muscle and skin as he places you into the cart.. Never to be seen again..