The hallway was lit by candelabras interspersed on dark wooden tables sporting dead flowers in vases long since neglected and long streams of wax. Very fitting for a place that routinely slaughtered people. Her bare feet were quiet against the cool tile as she made her way past thick closed doors.
There was a draft in the place that caused goosebumps along her arms although maybe it was the smell of blood. The irony scent laced every breath and although it was disturbing, she almost looked forward to when that might feel normal. Almost.
One thing she noticed was the lack of windows. It could have been to discourage anyone trying to escape or to keep the world from seeing the horrors that lay within. The whole thing was disorienting. What was she even supposed to be exploring? So she could stumble upon more freaky experiments or children locked in the dark?
