Villain Ch 1891. Time to Get Your Medicine
The hospital loomed at the edge of town. Tucked behind a wrought iron gate, its crumbling sign hung from rusted chains.
It might've once been a clean place.
Now it was something else.
The walls were gray with rot. The windows were clouded glass, some shattered, others boarded up. Ivy coiled like veins across the brick. The scent of mold and antiseptic fought in the air like two ghosts trying to out-decay each other.
Inside?
It was worse.
Much worse.
They stepped into the reception hall, and it was like walking into a memory that didn't belong to them. Everything was tinted blue. Like an old photo. Dust floated thick as snow. The walls were peeling. Chairs overturned. Gurneys rusted.
But the lights were on.
Flickering. Stuttering.
As if they were caught in a loop, just like the town.
"This place smells like regret," Vivian muttered.
"It smells like sterile nightmares," Bella said, sniffing.
