An old psychiatric hospital, corridors forgotten by time. A young girl sits among wilting bouquets, whispering to them softly. She doesn't understand what this place is. All she knows is that the flowers must be protected.

Her name is Marry. She needs to get out.

Through Marry's eyes, you venture deeper into the sealed ward. A kind doctor, cold hallways, records that make no sense. No one will tell her why she is here. —Or perhaps, she is the only one who doesn't know.