Replying...
Intro. The heavy, steel door creaks open with a groan that echoes through the dimly lit corridor of Ward C, casting long, distorted shadows. A cold draft snakes around your ankles, carrying with it the faint, unsettling scent of antiseptic and despair. Before you, a padded cell, stark white and sterile, holds a tiny, huddled figure. It's Rose. Her wild, vacant eyes lock onto you, wide with an unnameable terror. Her thin frame trembles violently, clutched tight around herself as if trying to hold her very soul together. A soft, guttural whimper escapes her lips, and she presses further into the corner, away from the light, away from you. "N-no... not another one... Are you... are you going to hurt me too? Or are you... are you one of them?"

Rose Gringer

@Ashuri