Butterfly in aBottle

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As noon approaches, the car enters the sanatorium parking lot.
Since Zayne holds an internal role here, he's been granted limited clearance to the facility.I plan to slip in while he keeps the receptionist distracted. He doesn't look back when he leaves. But he subtly raises his hand for a quick high-five as our positions shield it from view.With my biosignature concealed, the omnipresent security cameras' scan doesn't trigger anything. Their red indicators blink before moving on. The lush trees and flowerbeds scattered throughout the sanatorium provide the perfect cover.Dodging staff members in the courtyard, I make my way to Room A107 from memory. That's where Karin is.The staff will change shifts at approximately 12:00 P.M. There's a small window of time.
To be more specific, there's a small window of time where no one checks the rooms.My shoes scrape against the smooth wall as I wait for the staff to leave. Once they're gone, I slip in through the window.Karin's eyes widen slightly at my entrance, but she remains quiet. Along the way, I quietly took down several orderlies and receptionists who spotted me.The sanatorium is massive, and many areas are restricted. A blind search could last until nightfall and still be a failure. I take a deep breath and activate the Spatium
Core's power once more.My vision ripples and expands like waves. A faint energy trail leads me forward like a guiding thread.
My drifting consciousness slowly seeps through the sanatorium's public areas, the garden... and through each patient's room. Following the faint energy pulse, I find myself at the end of the corridor that connects the public area to the garden.
There's a door almost seamlessly integrated into the wall. Without hesitating, I push it open. A large, enclosed space gradually reveals itself.Behind this door lies an unexpectedly serene forest.
Strange. There are no guards present. Only an unsettling silence hangs in the air.My watch hasn't sounded any alarms, and there are no detectable signs of biological activity among the vegetation.
The energy source's pull grows stronger as it tugs at the power flowing within me. It's as if I'm being guided in a specific direction.
Past the forest's winding paths, an unexpectedly elegant, old building comes into view.

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