Empty (6/15 Specimen D Collection)

Silver Lake was never a crowded town, but it wasn’t as empty as its’ mentsl hospital’s halls.

Precise, cold to the touch grey concrete walls feel as if they close in on each other. Every passage is an isolated space of its own.

Far away echoes of screams and laughter ring across the hard surfaces, behind large, heavy doors.

Only to return to complete, suffocating silence. No living soul around. Even the large reception hall is eerily empty, where dust has begun to settle.