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Eva was led further into the depths of the grim, foreboding compound, the atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive. The stench of despair and fear hung heavy in the air. The building itself was a decrepit structure, its walls stained and crumbling, with windows long shattered, only shards of glass left in their frames.
The corridors were dimly lit by flickering overhead bulbs, casting eerie shadows that seemed to dance and writhe on the walls. The paint, once vibrant but now peeling, revealed a history of neglect. The uneven floor was worn smooth by countless footsteps, echoing the silent suffering of those who had passed this way before.