Detention House — Lupus

The nurse who had escorted Rachel was in on it, as were the doctors. They were all part of a conspiracy to create an army of mindless, lupine creatures, driven solely by their basest instincts.

"Welcome," the woman said in a low, husky voice. "I've been waiting."

The nurse snorted. "You're not on the list." lupus detention house

Rachel had received a cryptic tip about a patient known only as "Subject 17," who was said to be held in the detention house. The patient was allegedly a victim of brutal experiments, and Rachel aimed to uncover the truth.

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. The nurse who had escorted Rachel was in

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.

The next morning, Rachel was found outside the detention house, her notebook scattered on the ground. She never did publish that story, but the rumors about the Lupus Detention House spread like wildfire. Some say that on quiet nights, you can still hear the screams of the patients, and the howling of the lupine creatures that lurk within its walls. "I've been waiting

The nurse stopped at a door marked " Ward 3". She produced a keycard and swiped it, unlocking the door.