A visit

Abby took a deep breath as she approached the entrance of the mental hospital, the heavy metal door looming ahead of her like a gate to another world. Fredrick walked behind her, his presence a steady reassurance. The stark, sterile smell of disinfectant hit her as they stepped inside, the harsh fluorescent lights casting an unforgiving glare on the white walls. Each step echoed ominously, amplifying her anticipation and resolve.

They walked down a long corridor, passing rooms with small windows, each revealing glimpses of patients in various states of disarray. Abby's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of anticipation and resolve driving her forward. She had waited for this moment for so long, and now it was finally here.