The lobby of the "Lloyd Community Blood Donation Center" was dim and oppressive, fluorescent lights humming dully on the ceiling, casting a pale light, reflecting off the tiled floor with a cold gleam.
When the punk-style red-haired Victor pushed the door open and entered, his eyes swept across the room like a hawk, completing a detailed observation of the "crime scene" within seconds, quickly planning his course of action in his mind.
A fat and black nurse sat at the front desk, lazily leaning against the back of the chair, her fingers sliding on the phone screen, eyes tired, with a trace of impatience at the corner of her mouth.
When Lisa and Annie walked towards her, she didn't even lift her head, clearly posing no threat.
A man, so thin that he was skin and bones, was curled up in a plastic chair, weeping softly. The nurse next to him coldly refused, "You don't weigh enough, we can't draw blood from anyone under 110 pounds."
