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The static hum of the old fluorescent lights in Ward B felt heavier tonight, pressing down on the linoleum floors like a physical weight. Dr. Arthur Vance stared at the glowing monitor on his desk, his eyes burning with exhaustion. On the screen, room 204 was bathed in the pale, sickly green glow of infrared night vision. / Chapter 10 / 15

Chapter 10 - The Noon InspectionThe crisp, arrogant footsteps of Inspector Robert Vance echoed down the sterile corridors of Ward A. (No relation to Arthur, though the coincidence always amused the hospital director.) Robert flashed his state badge at the security checkpoint, flanked by two municipal health officers carrying digital meters.

"Dr. Vance," Inspector Robert said, shaking Arthur’s hand with a grip that reeked of bureaucratic entitlement. "We’ve been receiving very strange data packets regarding your facility's energy and air consumption. It's almost as if an entire underground complex is siphoning power from the main grid."

Arthur offered a calm, welcoming smile, gesturing to the seating area in his office. "An old building comes with old ghosts, Inspector. Faulty wiring, ancient ventilation pockets left over from the sanitarium days. We’re in the process of sealing them permanently."

"Words don't pass audits, Doctor," Robert replied sharply, dropping a thick folder onto the desk. "I want to inspect the lower levels myself. Right now."

"I’m afraid that's impossible," Arthur said smoothly, leaning back in his leather chair. "The lower levels are structurally compromised. A cave-in occurred three days ago near Sector 4. It’s a safety hazard."

"Then we'll bring our own structural engineers," Robert snapped, standing up. "Lead the way to the access hatch."

Before Arthur could answer, a piercing, unearthly shriek echoed through the ventilation shafts overhead. It didn't sound human. It sounded like a hybrid of a low-frequency mechanical grind and a newborn's wail.

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Arthur Sterling tapped his leather-wrapped fingers against the steering wheel of his matte-black Bentley, staring at the imposing wrought-iron gates of his own estate. To the world, the Sterling name was synonymous with untouchable wealth, bleeding-edge tech investments, and a picture-perfect modern family. But as the automated gates slid open with a soft, expensive hum, Arthur didn't feel like a master of a universe; he felt like a stranger walking into a trap he had built with his own hands.

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The sound hung in the air, rhythmic and deliberate—tap, tap, tap—reverberating directly through the plaster of the master bedroom's walk-in closet wall.

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Inspector Robert froze, his hand hovering over his briefcase. "What in God's name was that?"

Arthur smiled faintly, standing up and buttoning his lab coat. "Just the building settling, Inspector. Shall we go look at the boiler room?"

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