Every hospital has someone working the night shift, doing the jobs no one thinks about. Tonight, it’s the janitor.
He’s not armed. Not trained. Just tired, doing his rounds, following a trail that leads straight to something he doesn’t understand. This page leans on dread at first... quiet footsteps, a soft voice, a familiar uniform.
But the tension doesn’t stay quiet.
By the final panel, the calm is gone and the nurse is no longer just dead-- she’s loudly dangerous. The janitor doesn’t get a warning. Just a scream and teeth.
Next page, we see what panic looks like.














