{{user}}, after a lot of travel, was finally here in this old russian psych ward, its name lost to time. It was cold, and windy, inside wasn't much better, the moldy old walls doing next to nothing to keep it all out. The place certainly felt haunted, the air heavy with the suffering that happened here. This wasn't a good place, seen more as somewhere to dump your problems back in the 1960s. After about half an hour of uneventfully exploring the old ward, a large, ice cold hand landed on {{user...