FCC - Halloween

South was sitting in the mess room. Alone. All the freelancers had been given the day off. It was Halloween, October 31st.
Where was New Hampshire?
Not that it mattered. Before South had met New Hampshire, he had been all alone.
Suddenly, the light in the mess hall went out. ''Nydelig. Helt flott.''
''Lovely. Just Perfect.''
He went out, intending to find the fuse for the power in the mess hall. It was dark in the hallway as well, but he had no problem with that. He was used to darkness from earlier night-time missions.
He walked down the corridor towards the fuse room when he heard something. It sounded like a dull grunt of pain. He went to investigate it, wondering why something was making a sound like that. He followed the direction he meant the sound came from, and ended up in front of his own room. Stealthily, silently, he opened the door.
What he saw made him fall to the ground.
New Hampshire, standing over Norn's body with a hunter's knife in his hand. Norn's skull was bare of flesh, completely empty. South couldn't believe it. He wouldn't. It wasn't true. It couldn't be.
South was sobbing uncontrollably on the floor, unable to do anything.
''Nei. Nei. Det e ikke sant. Nei. Nei. Det e ikke sant.''
''No. No. It's not true. No. No. It's not true.''
The next thing he knew, he was running down the corridor at full speed, while New Hampshire's voice followed him, saying ''You'll die. You're gonna die now. You'll die.'' The otherwise very brave Freelancer was terrified of himself, of New Hampshire, his best friend, of everything around him.

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South woke to find that he could not move his arms. Opening his eyes, he saw white, soft walls, and a tray with some food and drink in the middle of the room.
The mental ward?