Lupus: Detention House

"Welcome," the woman said in a low, husky voice. "I've been waiting."

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.

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.

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. lupus detention house

Maya smiled, revealing pointed teeth. "Lupus, the wolf. I've been infected with a... condition. A virus that's changing me. Making me into something else."

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

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. "Welcome," the woman said in a low, husky voice

Rachel pushed open the door, and a musty smell wafted out. The room was small, with walls covered in rusty medical equipment and a single, barred window. A figure sat on a narrow bed, shrouded in shadows.

The next morning, Rachel was found outside the detention house, her notebook scattered on the ground. She never did publish that story, but the rumors about the Lupus Detention House spread like wildfire. Some say that on quiet nights, you can still hear the screams of the patients, and the howling of the lupine creatures that lurk within its walls.

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. As she stepped inside, a chill ran down her spine

As Rachel listened in horror, Maya revealed the truth about the Lupus Detention House. It was a front, a cover for inhumane experiments designed to create a new breed of super-soldiers. The patients were test subjects, infected with a mysterious virus that amplified their aggression and strength.

The Lupus Detention House loomed before them, its walls a stark, foreboding grey that seemed to absorb the faint moonlight. Rachel, a young journalist, shivered as she gazed up at the crumbling structure. She had always been drawn to the darker corners of society, and this place was rumored to be one of the most sinister.

"Can I help you?" she drawled.

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