A few days had passed since Cindy had agreed to take the scar-faced man's help. He'd been elusive as ever, contacting her only to give a location and a time. It was brief, and his instructions were simple, leaving Cindy with a mixture of anticipation and doubt.
The address led her to the outskirts of the city, where she arrived at a small, whitewashed hospital tucked between old office buildings. The place was oddly quiet, unassuming, and at a glance, there was nothing remarkable about it. Cindy felt a rush of skepticism as she parked her car and stared up at the hospital's plain exterior.
With a deep breath, she walked inside, immediately noticing the sterile smell of antiseptic. The lobby was uncharacteristically quiet, with only one receptionist who glanced up as soon as Cindy entered. Almost instinctively, Cindy's guard went up.
