Lupus Detention House

"My name is Maya," the woman continued. "And I'm not just a patient. I'm a lupus."

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.

"Alright, you can go in. But be warned: the patients here are... not well." lupus detention house

The nurse who had escorted Rachel was in on it, as were the doctors. They were all part of a conspiracy to create an army of mindless, lupine creatures, driven solely by their basest instincts.

The nurse raised an eyebrow, then picked up the phone. After a brief conversation, she nodded and hung up. "My name is Maya," the woman continued

As she stepped inside, a chill ran down her spine. The air was heavy with disinfectant and something else... something sweet and metallic. The reception area was dimly lit, with flickering fluorescent lights overhead. A bored-looking nurse looked up from her phone and raised an eyebrow.

The nurse snorted. "You're not on the list." They passed by rooms with narrow slits for

"Welcome," the woman said in a low, husky voice. "I've been waiting."