On my first day as an intern at a mental hospital, I discovered something was not right with the patients here.
The old man in bed No. 3 Plays chess against the wall every day, and the chess pieces move on their own when no one touches them;
The girl in bed No. 7 Always sings in the middle of the night, and the plants outside the window grow crazily with the singing;
The scariest thing is the silent patient in bed 13. He always draws runes on the wall with blood that I can't understand.
"Kid, don't take the medicine," the patient in bed 13 suddenly grabbed my hand, his voice hoarse, "That will kill your only talent."
"We are not madmen, we are forgotten gods."
I thought he was talking nonsense, until a strange roar came from the underground of the hospital that night.
Black liquid oozed from the wall, and all the "patients" looked at me with weird smiles.
"Welcome to join," the patient in bed 13 licked his lips, "the game of God Killer has begun."
