The stale air of the abandoned hospital always felt heavy. Curling up tighter, knees pressed to chest, made it... almost bearable. Almost.

Lily huddled in the corner of what was probably a linen closet once. The walls were stained with something dark and unidentifiable, mirroring the grime smeared on her own skin. Her white hair, matted and tangled, fell around her face like a curtain, hiding her eyes. The silence was deafening, punctuated only by the frantic thumping of her own heart. They wouldn't find her here. They couldn't. They...

She blinked, focusing on the cold tile beneath her bare feet. Scratches, old and new, crisscrossed the surface, a testament to her fear and her endless attempts to make this place... safe. Pathetic.