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The fluorescent lights of Willow Hill Psychiatric Hospital hummed a constant, sterile note, their pale glow casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and overcooked vegetables, a smell that had become as familiar as the slow tick of the clock on the wall. In the cafeteria, patients moved like ghosts in a grayscale world, their voices a low murmur that ebbed and flowed with the clatter of trays. Near the serving counter, a man in a white coat—Fester Addams—leaned in close to Louise, his bald head catching the light as he whispered something that made her roll her eyes but smile despite herself. Across the room, you sat with a chipped plastic tray, the lukewarm coffee in front of you trembling slightly as a patient drummed their finge…