ASCII(best quality, 8k, high resolution, masterpiece), ultra detailed, the scene unfolds in a dimly lit, eerie corridor of an old, abandoned hospital. the walls are peeling, revealing layers of history and neglect. a lone figure emerges from the shadows, their white mask contrasting against the darkness. the mask is not like any ordinary one; it has deep, sinister grooves etched into its face, reflecting a lifetime of suffering and despair. the figure wears a stained suit, reminiscent of a once upon a time medical professional, now faded and tarnished by time. bloodstains mar the fabric, hinting at a story of horror and tragedy that haunts these halls. as they walk, the figure's gaze falls on a nearby room, its door slightly ajar. drawing closer, the figure enters the room, only to find themselves standing before a lifeless body lying on a cold, hard bed. the man, presumably a former patient, was once vibrant and full of life, but now he lay motionless, his spirit seemingly extinguished by the relentless grasp of death. the figure takes a moment to observe the surroundings, their eyes scanning every detail as if searching for answers. the room reeks of decay and the unmistakable stench of death. the silence is oppressive, broken only by the occasional creak of the building, echoing through the corridors like the whisperings of forgotten souls. as the figure stands there, frozen in time, a solitary tear escapes their eye, tracing the contours of their mask and falling onto the floor below. it seems that even this figure, a silent spectator of the world's suffering, cannot escape the pain that plagues them.