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Can't you hear it?
For the past two nights, drums have been sounding n the distance, echoing from some uninhabited corner of the island like the echoes of some arcane ritual. In the bowels of the hospital itself, foreboding whispers could be heard, warning of a growing madness. If one visited the lower levels now, they might run into familiar faces; individuals who had gone missing over the past few months, whose spirits have become trapped in the dungeons after a fatal encounter with Dr. . Sanford Ellicott's ghost. Meanwhile, the drumming continues to grow louder, closer. Vengeful spirits are coming out of the woodwork to punish those the residents feel have done wrong.