THIRD PERSON’S POV

It was late at night when Vincent silently walked through the hospital halls. He wore a hoodie to cover his face, his steps light and careful. The halls were almost empty. The few nurses on duty were too tired to pay attention. Vincent knew exactly where he was going. He had been there before—too many times.

He reached the security room and took a deep breath before turning the doorknob. It was not locked. Inside, the lights were dim, and only one tired guard sat in front ...