C32 Her husband

“Stop… stop!”

The girl from the front desk screamed, her voice cracking as she bolted after him.

Outside, the streets of M Country were chaos. A fleet of black Bolero cars screeched to a halt in front of the asylum’s main gates. The doors slammed open. Dozens of men in black hoodies and bodyguards surged forward, storming up the steps.

But inside the building