It was as if the very aura of oppression, like a suffocating shroud, enveloped all in its presence. The walls, too, vibrated with this ominous intent-to devour them into the bowels of their evil entity. The thick, insidious presence leaned heavily upon them, feasting upon fear and despair. Naomi and the other trapped souls faced an eternity of terror, with any attempt to escape being thwarted by the malevolent will of the house.

At every bend in the twisting corridors, shadows pursued them, whispering sweet nothings of doom to come. Every hour swelled into infinity itself, stretching and warping under the squeeze of the hospital's deadening clutch upon their hearts. Shattered, they were at the point of collapse, the unity that might have bound them together shot to pieces before the undeal assault on their minds.

Now fully taken over by the power of the entity and no longer a woman as Naomi once knew, Maya contorted and twisted in unnatural directions with vacant, unseeing eyes. She became a vessel for the entity; her very presence an omen of destruction to come as she would turn on the rest.

She was leading out of a sadistic pleasure: a witness once trusted now had turned a weapon to tear them from inside. Naomi watched in horror as Maya struck in a blur of violence, attempting to destroy the people she had once called friends.

In the midst of all this chaos, Chris realized how corrupt he had become. He was the cause of their pain; his actions, driven by a need for power that had blinded him to the consequences, were now something he sought to redeem in the only way he knew how.

With a heavy heart, Chris approached Naomi, his eyes filled with a sorrow that spoke of his regret. "I’m sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the din. "I didn’t see what this would become."

But Naomi saw sincerity in his words amidst the anger that burned inside her. She nodded, her head acceptance of his regret as it did very little to wash away the hurt he had caused. "We have to end this," she replied, a firm determination etched in her voice.

He offered himself as a final sacrifice to the entity in some attempt at making amends. He felt that by doing so, he could break the cycle and free them from the curse of the hospital. Naomi, despite despising him, agreed to help, hoping his sacrifice would end their torment once and for all.

As Chris prepared himself to make the offering of himself, for one instant, it loosened its hold on the group, and the shadows drew backward as if in anticipation. Instead, the hospital started collapsing in on them; the walls shaking furiously, it seemed, as if the entity was taking them all into oblivion.

It shook with violence, as if it would tear itself apart; every shudder was testimony to the entity's wraths. Torn apart by collapse, each was cast into his personal nightmare while the hospital tried to reclaim them once and for all.

The more the ruin decayed, the more Naomi and Tyler were alone with the wails of the dead. In the final twist, obviously, the entity wasn't defeated but just waited for the next group of souls who would pass through the doors of this hospital.

Naomi felt their failure weigh on her at every turn as a reminder that the fight would never truly be over: the entity hadn't been destroyed, only weakened, and its malignant influence was still around, lurking and waiting for the day it could rise again.

With the dust settling, the echoes of their screams faded to silence, Naomi and Tyler sat amidst the ruin, the hospital's once grand structure now broken bits all around them. The air stood still, an oppressive weight with the presence of that entity a lingering reminder of their battle.

Tyler's face, lined with the exhaustion of their ordeal, turned to Naomi, his voice low and resolute. "We can't let that happen to anyone else," he said, the words a vow to stop the entity from claiming more victims.

Naomi nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of their task. She knew they had only bought themselves time, that the entity would return if left unchecked. But she also knew they had the power to stop it, to end the cycle of suffering that had plagued the hospital for so long.

Naomi and Tyler had a newfound sense of determination in their eyes as they began to sift through the rubble, looking for any clue that might finally help them destroy the entity. Their hands moved through the debris, the purpose strong in their actions despite the weariness.

Amidst the rubble, they found remnants of the rituals that had bound the entity to the hospital: the symbols and incantations giving it life. Naomi pored over them as her mind fitted together the knowledge they would need to defeat the entity.

And as they labored, the shadows around them appeared to retreat, the air lightening as if in recognition of determination. Naomi felt a flicker of hope ignite within her, a whisper of understanding that promised salvation if they could only find the strength to follow it.

A dangerous path ahead, with the entity's wrath an ever-present threat as they struggled to unravel the mystery of its power. Naomi and Tyler were prepared for that; determined to bring an end to this horror that had them ensnared and take their lives back from the darkness.

Their journey was far from over, but they took that first step toward breaking the cycle and halting the terror that had so far claimed the lives of so many. As they went ahead, they vowed to keep vigil so it could never claim any more victims.

As Naomi and Tyler looked to the future, standing amidst the ruined hospital, their resolve was strengthened by what they knew was to come. They would not rest until the entity was destroyed, its power broken, and the story of the hospital finally closed.