Beneath the veil of mercy lies a festering truth — and once the illusion is peeled away, only horror remains.

By all appearances, it is a place of healing. Uniformed doctors roam clean corridors. Patients lie in quiet beds. Alchemical tools and surgical implements are neatly arranged, and the scent of antiseptic clings to the air. But something is off — too sterile, too orderly… too calm.

Behind closed doors, screams are muffled, and treatments take a darker turn. Hidden elevators and secret stairwells mark this building not as a place of recovery… but of transition. The Temple of Urgathoa