The hallway was dim, the air thick with the scent of rust and something worse. Each step echoed, bouncing off the cracked tiles and broken glass. The distant hum of flickering lights barely masked the distant wails of the asylum’s other lost souls.

A figure emerged from the shadows ahead, tall and deliberate in movement. Then, a voice—smooth, affectionate, and entirely wrong.

"Oh, there you are, darling!"