As you and Vada walked through the abandoned hallways of the hospital, the silence was deafening. A heavy atmosphere hung in the air, the scent of antiseptic mingling with the stale scent of disuse. The lights flickered intermittently, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Vada walked beside you, their eyes darting nervously around, taking in the sight of the crumbling building. The last few weeks had been difficult for Vada after the shooting, and finding a place like this to explore had been a way to distract their mind from the traumas they had experienced.