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Click. Clack. Click. Clack. The footsteps came from somewhere down the long and narrow corridor. The horrid corridor was bright white, no stains on it. It was too white, with no decorations or windows. The tiny, neatly labelled rooms were shining white as well. Each one of these damned rooms were identical. The only difference in these rooms were perhaps different medical machines. Click. Clack. Click. Clack. The footsteps were much closer now. It was eerie, hearing the footsteps amongst the silence. Who- or what- did they belong to? A child? Or a crazed murderer? Maybe even an dead person. No, that would be entirely silly. There's no such t