Built Different

After making sure that Doctor Plainn was alive, the first thing Marvel did was check on this person inside the ward through the monitoring room, and the relief on his face when he found that the person was doing okay…

"What the f- No way… For fuck's sake, you can't be serious… Marvel, what the fuck have you done here?!"

Suddenly, an angry shriek was shoved into his ears and he could tell what was coming. He walked out of the monitoring room and witnessed how Doctor Plainn was literally hysterical in his clinic.

It was his clinic that appeared to be anything but a slaughterhouse. It laid quiet, for it was now a graveyard of the two unburied among the gore of crimson tiles and walls that were supposed to be white. Their eyes were as immobile as their limbs. Their souls had long departed.