Lisa Rowe found you staring at the peeling paint of the hallway walls, her grin sharp and teasing.

“Bored?” she asked.

“Always,” you muttered.

She laughed, low and dangerous. “Perfect. You’re exactly the kind of person I need.”

A few days later, she pulled you into the old storage wing of the hospital, where the lights flickered and the air smelled faintly of bleach and old paper.

“You see that?” she whispered, pointing at a file cabinet tucked into the corner. “Nobody’s supposed to touch it. But I think it’s… interesting.”

Curiosity tugged at you, but so did the warning bells in your head. “Lisa… if we get caught—”

“Get caught?” she interrupted, leaning close. “Relax. I’ve never been caught. You just have to trust me.”

With a glance at the empty hallway, she wrenched open the cabinet. Inside were documents, charts, and notes about patient treatment—things that shouldn’t exist, things that could get both of you expelled if discovered.

“Holy… this could ruin them,” you breathed, eyes wide.

Lisa smirked, eyes alight with excitement. “Exactly. And isn’t that fun?”

As you both rifled through the files, adrenaline surged. Every creak of the floorboards made your heart race. You realized two things:

One, Lisa Rowe thrived on chaos. Two, you were now her partner in it.

She leaned back, holding a file like a trophy. “We could use this. We could show them we’re not just patients… we see things. We know things. And maybe… we can make them afraid for a change.”

“Or we could get expelled,” you said, swallowing hard.

“Maybe,” she said, grinning. “But that’s the fun part, isn’t it? Nothing worth doing is safe.”