“It’s a simple question.”

It wasn’t. I suppose it never is when you’re face to face with evil incarnate. How did I find myself here? One second I’m at a vending machine and the next I’m in this basement.

I have to choose between two people, a doctor who has been tampering with her patients' records to get them their treatment faster, and a nurse who has been euthanising his terminally ill patients.

If I don’t choose it’ll be me he takes. I don’t want anyone to die, but the pressure is on. I have no doubt he means what he says, there is no calling his bluff. Pick or die. Those are my options. I have to weigh them up.

Patients need medicine, if tampering with their records, exaggerating gets them their care faster I can understand it.

If the nurse's patients are terminally Ill who does it matter if he helps them?

It’s a difficult decision, and it has fallen to me because as the guest of a patient I’m supposed to be impartial.

“Choose” he pushes.

I look over at both the choices and sigh.

“The doctor” I say.

“Very good,” the killer says as he begins approaching her.