Martin stepped through the entrance, his eyes scanning the surroundings. The largest private hospital in Riverland was an imposing structure.
The lobby alone was majestic, with a ceiling stretching nearly seven or eight meters high, exuding a sense of cleanliness and transparency.
The place was neither crowded nor deserted – after all, the hospital didn't cater exclusively to the wealthy.
As Martin made his way through the lobby, every gaze that fell upon him seemed to see right through him, their pupils lacking focus as if they were looking at nothing more than a patch of air.
Yet, curiously, each person he passed naturally veered slightly to avoid him, as if preemptively sidestepping a ghost.
He moved silently, almost imperceptibly, like a non-entity, his gaze fixed forward but his senses acutely surveying his surroundings.
