Dr. Kensler sits at her desk, struggling to focus on her work. Various papers sit in neat piles around her, and the bookshelf is perfectly ordered, just as you would expect from the professor. But the journal she writes in is cluttered and unkempt. She runs her hand through her hair, undoing her ponytail. "No, no, no..." she mutters, ripping a piece of paper from the book. You spot a photograph serving as a bookmark, keeping her page as she shuts the journal angrily. She opens one of her desk drawers and throws the crumpled paper inside, barely noticing the way the drawer bubbles over with miasma, and the putrid gray mist emanating from within...