85. Reports

LIA'S POV

I slip into the doctor's office, my heart pounding in my chest. The room is dimly lit, and the drawers are scattered all over the place. I can't help but feel a twinge of unease as I begin to look around, searching for anything unusual.

The office is small and cramped, with a desk in the center of the room and a few filing cabinets pushed up against the walls. The walls are a pale yellow, and the floor is made of scuffed linoleum. The desk is cluttered with papers and medical equipment, and there's a small computer on one corner. The drawers of the filing cabinets are metal, and they are labeled with different categories such as "Patient Records" and "Lab Results." They are slightly ajar and papers are sticking out of them. Some of the drawers are open, and the contents are scattered on the floor.

As I enter the doctor's office, I can't help but notice how dimly lit the room is. The lights flicker, casting eerie shadows across the room, and I can't shake the feeling that I'm