The morning is already a disaster for Nurse Bexey. Running late and flustered, she frantically adjusts her blue uniform in the mirror, her mind racing through the day's schedule before she even leaves the house. Just as she grabs her bag, a knock at the door halts her momentum. Standing there is Kris, a polite stranger in a white satin blouse and red pencil skirt, wearing an apologetic smile. Kris explains her car has broken down and her phone battery is dead, begging to use Bexey’s landline.
Bexey, checking her watch, reluctantly steps aside to let the stranger in. The moment the door clicks shut, the polite facade vanishes. Kris raises a pistol equipped with a heavy silencer, leveling it at the nurse's chest. The "broken down motorist" is a professional assassin, and she didn't pick this house by accident. She needs access to Mr. Neil Bogard Formustin in Ward B, a target currently under heavy police guard.
Under the cold threat of the gun, a terrified Bexey spills everything: the rotation of the two police guards, the medication rounds at 12:00 PM and 3:00 PM, and the security codes. But information isn't enough; Kris needs the "key"—Bexey’s uniform. Kris's partner, a woman in a red blouse, arrives to expedite the process.
The living room becomes a changing room of horrors. The assassins force Bexey to the floor, stripping the blue dress from her trembling body. Bexey is left vulnerable in her white lingerie and sheer stockings—which are ruthlessly used as anchor points for the bindings. Her ankles are taped together, and her wrists are secured behind her back as she watches the woman in red step into the stolen uniform, buttoning it up to assume the identity of the nurse. With Bexey bound, gagged, and helpless on the floor, the assassins leave to fulfill their contract, the stolen ID badge swinging from the assailant’s neck.
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