Room B-12 waited behind the morgue, in the part of Mercy General that smelled like old disinfectant and colder secrets.
The basement changed after Tessa named it.
The hallway bent around the records cage. A sign for sterile storage peeled away from the wall on its own, revealing older paint underneath. Room B-12. Unresolved removal log. No public access.
Yun-Jin read the sign with her sword already half-raised. "This feels less like a room and more like bait."
Omina's cuffs gave a tired pulse. "Bait can still be where the hook is stored."
Heissman tucked the evidence sleeve under his arm. "Administrators often hide crimes and weaknesses in the same locked room. It saves space and insults imagination."
JJ glanced back down the hall. "The chapel sounds closer through the walls now."
