Helltown

To the hospital

Rows and rows of white tiles covered the walls, illuminated with the sickliest of greens. Dim lights and cracks, combined with metal faucets and beds, looking as if lifted straight out of an abandoned asylum. This was the closest thing this city had to a hospital. A few graveled paths laid over the graying dirt, leading to a broken and dirty fountain. Rings or red and brown covered the once white marble with the most repulsive and smelliest part being around the pipe in the middle. Cassandra sat on a bench facing that way. Behind her was a flimsy fence with a view of the high dark buildings.

She thought about how such a place was even made but soon gave up realizing this was Helltown - and trying to make sense of Helltown was an equivalent of giving yourself a lobotomy. 

She looked gorgeous in her elegant leather outfit. It was sexy yet sophisticated, with the leather straps of her skirt only emphasizing her strong thighs. Her hair was done in a sleek hair due wit