Kan emerged from the hospital room, clad in a black cargo pants and a slightly oversized black t-shirt. Despite the loose fit, he felt comfortable, appreciating the extra room the shirt provided.
He strolled through the hallway, a silent observer to the ebb and flow of activity around him. Among the scenes he passed, a stretcher bore a man with a conspicuously enlarged left arm, bearing the hallmarks of a werewolf. Kan's curiosity was piqued. Why was this patient being rushed in?
He continued to move, compelled to look back at the unusual sight even after he had walked beyond the patient.
Guided by the arrows on the wall, Kan deftly navigated the complex, following the indication that pointed straight ahead, leading him toward the lobby.
Alas, kan had made it close to the lobby.
As he neared, he noticed the drastic change from the several hallways leading to admission rooms to this place.
