Chapter 67: Wiped Out

TRIGGER WARNING !!! [This chapter contains themes of violence, asphyxiation, murder, and death in a graphic and intense manner. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are sensitive to these kind of scenes, please proceed with caution. Your well-being matters, so if this content is distressing, feel free to skip or take breaks as needed.]   Chapter 67: Wiped Out     The halls of Raeburn Asylum were suffocating as the scent of antiseptic barely masked the underlying stench of decay. Of damp stone, rusted iron, and something dark and wrong. The flickering overhead lights cast long, warped shadows across the floor, making the already bleak corridors feel endless. The only sounds were the faint, distant murmurs of the other prisoners—some whispering to themselves, others muttering prayers to gods that had long abandoned them. And then, there was him. Adrian Blackwood. He was a shell of the man the world once knew. They had dressed him in the standard white uniform of the asylum, but