The first scream came from the seventh floor at exactly 3:17 a.m. It was sharp. Animal. Wrong. James Wood was awake before it echoed a second time.He stood by the window of his office, hands clasped behind his back, watching the city lights flicker like dying stars. When the scream cut through the hospital walls, his lips curved, not into a smile, but into something colder. James (quietly): “So it begins.”THE PATIENT WHO SHOULD NOT HAVE SCREAMED. Nurse Elina burst into the corridor, breathless. Elina: “Dr. Wood! It’s Victor, Room 712. He’s, he’s screaming about fire under his skin!”James didn’t turn immediately. James: “Vital signs?”Elina: “Pulse unstable. Blood pressure spiking. He says his nerves feel like they’re, like they’re burning alive.”James picked up his coat. James: “Good. Stage One has fully activated.”Elina froze. Elina: “Stage… One?”James finally faced her. James: “Prepare the isolation room. And notify the others.”Elina: “The others?”James: “All seven. Tonight,