I Am the Weakest NPC in the Horror Game Dungeon

I crouched in the ventilation duct of the "Screaming Asylum" instance. Looking at my health bar, so transparent it could be used as an X-ray, I silently wept, biting the hem of my nurse's uniform for the 108th time. "Ding! Player 'Crazy Slashers' has entered the instance." The system notification made me tremble. Last week, this ID pinned me to the wall with a scalpel and used me as a dartboard. The week before that, they used my ribs as guitar strings. The week before that… "Found you~ Little cutie~" The moment the metal door was cleaved open with a chainsaw, I reflexively raised my medical record: "Welcome to St. Mary's Psychiatry..."