Lupus Detention House Apr 2026

"Alright, you can go in. But be warned: the patients here are... not well."

Rachel's eyes narrowed. "I think there's been a mistake. I have a call from Dr. Ellis himself, confirming my visit."

As Rachel approached, the figure slowly stood up, its eyes glowing with an unnatural hunger. Rachel gasped as the patient stepped into the faint light.

"You shouldn't have come here," Maya growled, her eyes blazing with an animal fury. lupus detention house

Subject 17 was a young woman, her skin deathly pale, with lesions and rashes covering her arms and face. Her eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire, and her hair was matted and wild.

As she stepped inside, a chill ran down her spine. The air was heavy with disinfectant and something else... something sweet and metallic. The reception area was dimly lit, with flickering fluorescent lights overhead. A bored-looking nurse looked up from her phone and raised an eyebrow.

The nurse raised an eyebrow, then picked up the phone. After a brief conversation, she nodded and hung up. "Alright, you can go in

Rachel had received a cryptic tip about a patient known only as "Subject 17," who was said to be held in the detention house. The patient was allegedly a victim of brutal experiments, and Rachel aimed to uncover the truth.

The nurse stopped at a door marked " Ward 3". She produced a keycard and swiped it, unlocking the door.

Rachel nodded and followed the nurse through a maze of corridors. They passed by rooms with narrow slits for windows, each one containing a patient who seemed to be screaming silently, their mouths open in perpetual agony. "I think there's been a mistake

Rachel flashed her press badge. "I'm here to see Subject 17. I have an appointment with Dr. Ellis."

"Be careful in there," she whispered. "Subject 17 is... special."

The nurse snorted. "You're not on the list."

The nurse who had escorted Rachel was in on it, as were the doctors. They were all part of a conspiracy to create an army of mindless, lupine creatures, driven solely by their basest instincts.

"My name is Maya," the woman continued. "And I'm not just a patient. I'm a lupus."