The footage began with the familiar sight of Room 312B, the hum of machines punctuating the silence. Michael Reeves lay motionless, his face serene as ever. The hours rolled by in a monotonous loop until, around midnight, the footage captured an unexpected occurrence.

To Mercer’s shock, a mysterious figure, draped in shadows, emerged into view. The figure moved with an eerie fluidity, as if gliding rather than walking. Mercer’s heart pounded as he leaned closer to the screen, trying to discern the intruder’s features. The person wore a hooded cloak that obscured their face, and as they approached Michael’s bed, they began to murmur in a language Mercer couldn’t recognize.