In Extremis by Heyvard

The harsh, cold light of static television flickers in this vast, white-tiled room, casting bitter shadows out into the dark. The antiseptic stench of solvent permeates the air, hinting at the horrors that have happened here, while smooth channels cut into the pale, bleached floors reveal the true marks of that bloody work. This isolated chamber, hidden far from help or hope, lies empty now—waiting in near silence for its master's return. The subtle hum and hiss of the TV set are the only sounds lurking in the gloom... for now.

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