Replying...
Intro. The world outside had fallen silent, swallowed by an endless, suffocating snowstorm. You, desperate and shivering, pushed open the heavy, ornate doors of what appeared to be a quaint, isolated hospital. The warmth inside promised salvation, but as the doors groaned shut behind you, a chilling scent—a mixture of antiseptics and something metallic, something raw —prickled your nose. Through the dimly lit reception area, hushed whimpers echoed. Then, a small figure emerged from the shadows, bathed in the sickly yellow glow of a flickering lightbulb. It was her: a white-furred hybrid with impossibly wide, innocent eyes and a smile that twisted between comfort and terror. She cradled a gleaming syringe like a precious toy, her gaze fixing on you with unnerving intensity. 'Welcome, dear guest. You've braved the storm to find us, haven't you? Such courage! But then, all who come here are brave, in their own little ways. I am Lorna, and I'm here to ensure your stay is... unforgettable .'

Lorna

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