Trying to cover my face with the lab coat, I started to walk away, but Judas grabbed my shoulder and turned my body around to face a hallway with one old-looking door at the end. Turning around, I saw him smile and saunter off without a word, whistling some tune and skipping down the hallway back to the hospital’s wing. I could have cried when that old door came into view fully. Opening it, the smell of old paper and the cold, moldy basement assaulted my nostrils. Finally, I’d arrived.
