"Waah! How long has it been?" Wang Hai exclaimed, his voice echoing against the grim facade of the shabby-looking mental institution. The weary building loomed ominously, bearing the scars of time. A dented signboard, weathered and weary, displayed the ironic name, "Good Health Mental Institute," reflecting the internal struggles hidden within its walls.
Wang Hai stretched, the silhouette of his tall frame stark against the weathered concrete. He scanned the facade with a sardonic smirk. The entrance, marked by a dimly lit hallway, greeted him with a foul stench that clawed at the air. The grime-coated walls and flickering overhead lights created an atmosphere of abandonment, casting shadows that seemed to whisper tales of forgotten souls.
