** A young woman sees a walking dead in the open streets of Whitby. A train full of corpses crashes into Kings Cross. In an Asylum, a gruesome nightmare becomes horrible reality.
All this should have been a warning to Kyle and his partner Benjamin...
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Kaylee swallowed hard and fell silent for a moment. She had let herself get so carried away by the strange knowledge they had gained that their cover was compromised.
Just as she was opening her mouth to reply, a gust of wind suddenly tore hard at the window. There was a dull thud, a deep, then drawn-out groan that cut through the prevailing silence in the room like a sharp blade. The gas pipes above them creaked loudly, and although no breeze penetrated the interior and the window remained closed, the small lights of the lanterns began to dance wildly. As if invisible hands were gripping them, they hissed almost desperately, trying to fight against the extinguishing.
"What's going on?" A strange feeling made Millicent Clarence shiver, and she wrapped her arms around herself.
From one moment to the next, the room's temperature dropped, and the approaching cold froze her breath. As if an invisible winter veil had descended over the asylum, the panes creaked as frost slowly and agonizingly formed on their edges, painting eerie shapes on the glass.
"What's going on?" Dr. Archer was immediately alarmed and stepped closer to his companion and Miss Clarence.
Kaylee raised her hand with her next breath. A white cloud rose in front of her lips and atomized in the air. "They're coming," Kaylee muttered, repeating the madman's words. It seemed to dawn on Kaylee: There were more of them. This strange gentleman was not alone.
"W-what?" stammered Millicent, immediately jumping to her feet, her features contorted in fear. "Who's coming? I-Is it that man I saw? Is he coming to get me?" Fearful, she grabbed Benjamin's arm, seeking protection.
"Crowford!" he hissed as his gaze slid from the flickering lights and the window back to the young mage. The disguise lost its significance. He didn't have to be a Seeker to know from all these signs that nothing good was happening here.
Like thousands of ants, an icy cold shiver climbed all over Kaylee's body, running through it from the top of her head to the tips of her toes with suspicion and an uncomfortable chill. She briefly gave in to the impulse to tremble as if she could shake off the unpleasant feeling.
"Something's here," she replied, gripping the handle of her walking stick tighter. Dr. Archer reacted instinctively and pushed aside his coat to reach for his revolver.
A loud, shrill scream rang out as if on a silent signal, then another, then another from somewhere. Then, the loud slamming of doors, a clatter and the audible confusion of a fight. A cacophony of pain, agony and sheer panic.
"They often scream in the night... But never like this!" Millicent whimpered weakly and clung fearfully to Dr. Archer, clearly hoping for shelter and protection.
"First of all, it isn't at night and secondly, these weren't necessarily the patients. Doctor," Kaylee didn't take her eyes off the door. Instead, she reached into her coat with cold fingers to pull out a small revolver as well. "Stay with Miss Clarence. I'm going to check."
