Malcolm is in his father's cell at Claremont Psychiatric, the maximum security facility for the criminally insane that his father has lived in since he was ten years old.

There is a red line painted on the floor. The limit of the monster's tether. Stay behind the line, otherwise, even shackled and tethered, the serial killer is a danger.

But something is wrong. Malcolm looks up from the line on the floor to find his father's smiling face.

"My boy," he purrs.

But Dr Martin Whitly isn't tethered to the wall. His hands aren't cuffed. Malcolm blinks at him as this becomes apparent to him and he backs up a couple of steps.

"You look pale," Martin observes. He steps past Malcolm and pushes the cell door open to reveal an eerie, quiet and empty hallway beyond it.

He shouldn't be able to open the door; why can he just open the door?

"Come on," Martin beckons. "Let's go for a walk."

The hallways are only semi-lit and they're empty. The lights flicker now and then. The shadows have strange, sharp angles. His heart sits somewhere in the base of his throat. He can feel it beating.

"Where are we going?" he asks and it sounds like his own voice is coming from very far away.

"For a walk," Dr Whitly reminds him cheerfully. "Stretch the 'ol legs. See if we don't run into a few friends."

[Anyone who steps into Malcolm's nightmare will be trapped in a creepy empty psychiatric hospital prison with Malcolm and his serial killer father.]