"Do you know what this place once was? Before its abandonment, it served as a mental institution for the disturbed. It's rumored that no one confined here lives past the age of 35. Whether due to chronic understaffing or haphazard medication, their lives were all marked by misery before their demise."

Anika's face paled, her snow-white body trembling. “Leonel, you can't do this to me."

"I can't? And why is that?"

Leonel spoke indifferently before pressing the extinguished cigarette against her arm, eliciting a scent of searing flesh as Anika screamed in agony.

However, Leonel remained calm.