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Rachel's eyes narrowed. "I think there's been a mistake. I have a call from Dr. Ellis himself, confirming my visit."

Rachel flashed her press badge. "I'm here to see Subject 17. I have an appointment with Dr. Ellis."

Rachel's eyes widened. "What do you mean?" lupus detention house

Rachel knew she had to get out, to expose the truth. But as she turned to leave, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Maya's grip was like a vice.

As Rachel approached, the figure slowly stood up, its eyes glowing with an unnatural hunger. Rachel gasped as the patient stepped into the faint light. Rachel's eyes narrowed

The Lupus Detention House loomed before them, its walls a stark, foreboding grey that seemed to absorb the faint moonlight. Rachel, a young journalist, shivered as she gazed up at the crumbling structure. She had always been drawn to the darker corners of society, and this place was rumored to be one of the most sinister.

"Can I help you?" she drawled.

Subject 17 was a young woman, her skin deathly pale, with lesions and rashes covering her arms and face. Her eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire, and her hair was matted and wild.

Rachel nodded and followed the nurse through a maze of corridors. They passed by rooms with narrow slits for windows, each one containing a patient who seemed to be screaming silently, their mouths open in perpetual agony. Ellis himself, confirming my visit

As she stepped inside, a chill ran down her spine. The air was heavy with disinfectant and something else... something sweet and metallic. The reception area was dimly lit, with flickering fluorescent lights overhead. A bored-looking nurse looked up from her phone and raised an eyebrow.