On the fifth day, the same wolf takes me to a room I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing before, and I’m starting to wish they never gave me that pleasure. The smell hits me before I see it but it’s too late to run the other way. Death and chemicals.
It’s clear it’s a lab, much like what you would see in a mad scientist kind of movie. Metal tables line the walls, cluttered with rusted surgical tools, bone saws, broken glass wear, and syringes. Half of the tiles are streaked with blood, both fresh and dried, and there are lab coats hanging by the door that are perpetually stained red. There are cobwebs in every available location, and drag marks across the floor. Half disassembled machines whir and spark erratically, and in the center of the room are three tables.
There are people laying o
