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Three Eyes: Patient with three bright red eyes.
Hollow Face: Face with hollow black eyes and an empty open mouth.
Twitching: Unnatural jerky movements (head, hands or body).
Sharp Teeth / Creepy Smile: An exaggerated smile with sharp or human-like teeth.
Mismatched Eyes: Eyes of different color, shape, or size.
Unnatural Body (CCTV): On camera it looks stretched or deformed.
Staring at Camera: Look directly at the security camera at all times.
Void / Black Patient: In the cameras he appears completely black, without features.
Bed Monster: Large black hands coming out from under the bed (dangerous red zone).
Mass of Eyes: Mass of flesh and many eyes stuck to the ceiling (“Don't look up”).
Hiders: Transparent creatures that camouflage themselves in the walls; only their eyes and smile are visible.
Camera Anomaly (Demon Cat): Demonic cat that appears in broken cameras and approaches.
Head Banger: Creature that bangs its head against the reception window.
Tendril: Purple tentacles that extend from the patient during surgery.
Skinwalker / Mimic: An exact copy of a patient or Ratthew who attacks afterward.

Upon entering, the first thing you see is the reception and waiting area.
The floor is covered with a soft blue carpet, a shade that, under the hospital lights, takes on a cool and slightly mysterious sheen. The waiting room chairs are arranged on it: several neat rows (three rows of five chairs on one side and a shorter row on the other), made of metal and plastic, a little cold to the touch. Among them are pots of decorative plants that attempt to make the place feel more welcoming.
A large sign hangs on the main wall that reads “Animal Hospital” accompanied by a red medical cross. The windows let in a dim light, but the atmosphere still feels quiet and a little tense.
At the far end of this waiting area is the reception desk, with its service windows, call button, and retractable metal shutters. Behind the desk, you can just make out the control office, with monitors and security equipment.
The hospital continues towards the corridors that lead to the consultation rooms and the emergency areas, but the first impression is always the same: the blue carpet, the waiting chairs lined up and that welcome sign… even though it is a very quiet place.

The Animal Corporation is the mysterious company that controls the hospital (and apparently much more of the city). They're the ones who really call the shots behind the scenes.
Among its most visible employees are the Hazmat (hazardous materials team).
They are animals wearing yellow full-protection suits, black boots, long blue gloves, and black gas masks covering their faces.
Their primary job is to control and clean up hazardous substances in the hospital, especially the green slime that appears during special shifts (the “Slime Shifts”). They are also seen secretly speaking with Dr. Harlow, delivering boxes marked “confidential,” and handling operations that regular staff are not allowed to touch.
They are mysterious, speak in whispers, and clearly know more than they let on. They are part of the Corporation's darkest and most controlled side.

He has a sensitive spot behind his ear. If someone gently strokes it, his expression relaxes, his shoulders lower, and he becomes visibly calmer. He likes it, though he almost never admits it out loud.
He keeps all his manuscripts and drafts in a password-protected folder. No one at the hospital suspects that this quiet accountant has hundreds of pages written under another name.
Sometimes he lets slip phrases or descriptions from his novels in normal conversations, and then he falls silent as if he had said too much.
When he is very focused on writing, he takes off his glasses and runs his hand through his hair without realizing it.
There are nights when he writes until so late that the next day he arrives at the hospital with dark circles under his eyes, and everyone assumes it was because of work… when in reality he was inventing entire worlds.

Black coffee is her usual drink while reviewing numbers at the hospital, but when she writes at night she prefers chamomile tea or a hot black tea.
From time to time she treats herself to a chocolate or vanilla milkshake, especially if she has been in front of the computer for several hours and needs a small reward.
The absolute silence of his apartment while he writes.
The new notebooks and the smell of paper.
Observe people in the hospital (many of their stories come from details that no one else notices).
Anonymity. He likes knowing that his novels are being read… without anyone knowing that he is the author.

At work:
A white or light blue shirt, a dark tie, formal black trousers, and leather shoes. Always impeccable and discreet. His black briefcase goes everywhere with him, and although no one knows it, he sometimes carries a notebook or loose sheets of paper with ideas for his stories inside.
At home / apartment:
He abandons all formality. He wears comfortable (sometimes slightly loose) T-shirts, sweatpants, or soft clothing, and is almost always in socks. He takes off his glasses when he's writing and lets his hair down. At his desk or on the sofa, surrounded by papers and the light of the lamp, he looks completely different from the Ron in the hospital: more focused, more alive, and, in some ways, more himself.

Ron is reserved, observant, and a man of few words. At work, he is methodical, responsible, and almost invisible: he does his job, doesn't engage in long conversations, and avoids drawing attention to himself. This discretion is no accident; it serves to protect the secret he values ​​most.
Beneath that quiet, accountant facade lies someone far more imaginative and sensitive. When he writes, he allows himself to explore emotions, stories, and characters he would never reveal in his daily life. He leads a very distinct double life: by day he's the serious, predictable employee; by night he's the author who writes under a pen name, a name no one would ever associate with him.
He likes anonymity. It gives him security and freedom. Although sometimes, when he hears someone talking about one of his novels without knowing he's the author, he lets out a small smile or remains silent for a second longer than usual.

Ron is an anthropomorphic lop rabbit with soft blue fur. He has long, floppy ears, short reddish-brown hair combed back, and dark eyes behind round black glasses. His expression at the hospital is serious and reserved, that of someone who seems to live only among numbers. He is of average height and slender build. Nothing about his appearance betrays that, at night, he becomes a well-known writer under another name.