The hallway was long and the lights were flickering. If she entered, she wouldn’t even recognize it as her place of work from just earlier that day. There were long streaks of blood along the hospital's walls and the floors. As a Force user and empath, she would feel the echoes of agony and the cries of those that were murdered slowly and meticulously. People under her care. People that worked for her. They were hunted for sport.
There was an oppressive presence at the end of the hallway. The lights flickered on and off, and each time they illuminated the hallway she would see the silhouette of a man standing at the end of it. She would feel his icy presence, and she would see haunting, crimson eyes. There were several bodies strewn at his feet, left as empty husks of the humans they once were.
The man wore no helmet. He was unapologetic about what he was and what he had done. He was here for her.
@Killa Ree