[WING 4: THE BODY HORROR][CURRENT SANITY: 75%][GROSS FACTOR: EXTREME]
The door to Wing 4 didn't just close; it sealed with a wet, pressurized thwump that popped everyone's ears.
Elara Vance took a breath and immediately regretted it. The air didn't smell like air. It smelled like formaldehyde, copper, and lime jello that had been left in the sun for a week.
"It is sterile," Li Wusheng observed, running a gloved finger along a stainless steel table. He pulled his hand back. A string of viscous, clear slime connected his finger to the table. "And yet... incredibly sticky. The coefficient of friction in this room is disturbing."
"Don't touch the surfaces!" Elara scolded, slapping his hand away. "Li, this is Body Horror. Everything is either alive, mutating, or covered in fluids that will turn you into a puddle."
