"Welcome," the woman said in a low, husky voice. "I've been waiting."
Rachel's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"
Rachel nodded and followed the nurse through a maze of corridors. They passed by rooms with narrow slits for windows, each one containing a patient who seemed to be screaming silently, their mouths open in perpetual agony. lupus detention house
Rachel knew she had to get out, to expose the truth. But as she turned to leave, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Maya's grip was like a vice.
"Alright, you can go in. But be warned: the patients here are... not well." "Welcome," the woman said in a low, husky voice
Subject 17 was a young woman, her skin deathly pale, with lesions and rashes covering her arms and face. Her eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire, and her hair was matted and wild.
As Rachel approached, the figure slowly stood up, its eyes glowing with an unnatural hunger. Rachel gasped as the patient stepped into the faint light. They passed by rooms with narrow slits for
Rachel pushed open the door, and a musty smell wafted out. The room was small, with walls covered in rusty medical equipment and a single, barred window. A figure sat on a narrow bed, shrouded in shadows.
The nurse snorted. "You're not on the list."