The corridors surrounding the woman were carved out from dark wood and decorated with inscriptions reminiscent of something you’d find in a Gothic horror movie with lurching gargoyles and pointedly gnarled church towers; they were beautiful but at the same time equally chilling, and as she trudged forward towards the main hospital wing, the dying sunlight colored the walls in a hue of blood red. Would she be here for a different purpose perhaps she would have spent more time to take in the sights for it was rare for a building this old to be this well-kept, especially given the kinds of people it housed, and soon she Alissa Vauquelin would become one of them. Right now she an appointment to attend to, however, so there was no such time for that.<br/><br/>The reason she was here was also quite peculiar, too, for despite being a woman of many skills, Alissa’s inquisitive mind was her most well-regarded. Being born into a well-off family with roots dating back all the way to the French Revolution, the desire to usurp the unjust and cruel still ran strong within the family bloodline and in this regard Alissa was no different; not only was she a strong proponent of feminism, but she had also decided to hone her ability to snuff out truth from falsehood by becoming a great journalist. And having recently graduated from a prestigious college of journalism, Alissa was now working towards to leave her own mark on the world by joining the field of great authors whose writing had successfully defended the innocent from evil.<br/><br/>However, Alissa’s journalist career had not quite started as anticipated, because despite being immediately employed at a well-regarded newspaper agency, she had found herself to more often than not write irrelevant columns about lost cats, elderly playing boulle at the local park and other similar everyday things that happened in the city she lived in. Feeling frustrated over the fact that she wasn’t given more chances to prove her worth as a writer, she longed to be given a dramatic scoop about international spies being caught, a major company committing fraud or interviewing a sexual assailant face to face and to put him in his place, than she was putting up another notice about how the orange tabby Molly had disappeared on the 17th of June.<br/><br/><br/>So when the rumors of the Hollander Hospital and the Desire Disease reached Alissa’s ears, she could not believe it to be true. It almost seemed like this was just the case for her, the sort of article that would finally demonstrate her skills as a journalist to the world and that she was someone to be reckoned with. Not only did it touch a subject of importance by being related to women’s rights, but if Alissa could reveal the truth of what was going on at the Hollander’s Hospital, it would cause a huge public uproar with the eventual shutdown of the clinic itself. Alissa would since then be known as the woman who had successfully unmasked the cruelties within the world of medicine, and that would help to propel her even further in her career as a journalist in order to take on even more dangerous and complex challenges where she could make a change.<br/><br/>That she was a woman who was doing it made it even better, as Alissa was strongly driven by the belief that women in many ways were not just equal to, but also often superior to men. She thought that women were far more capable than what they were often made out to be, and that if women were to believe more in themselves and wish to take the cake away from men and the patriarchy, misogyny would finally cease to exist. She therefore saw her own success to be paramount in proving her own value and worth as a woman, and the more successful she was, the better. Of course, people who had a more realistic perception of reality would most likely firmly disagree with Alissa, and were they even inclined towards misogyny, they may find Alissa’s blind idealism not just unguided, but to be outright madness. Who in their right mind would believe such a foolish thing? Indeed, there were those who believed that women were meant to be serve at the feet of men, and as Alissa researched the rumors surrounding the Desire Disease further, she became increasingly disgusted when she learned how it seemed to be based on an idea of brainwashing normal and healthy women into becoming sex slaves.<br/><br/>Feeling her resolve grow further and further the more she researched, Alissa knew that she had to do something about the occurrences at the Hollander’s Hospital. She did not care about the repercussions, for she she would go there even if her editor disagreed, and she would do it undercover. This was one of the few instances where Alissa’s lack of renown suddenly became an asset rather than a hindrance, so thus she was here at the Hollander’s Hospital with the intention of becoming one of its admitted patients.<br/><br/>Indeed, some people would most likely laugh at Alissa and think she was way over her head as she made her towards the doctor’s office, but Alissa would laugh at them in return. Little did she know, as she raised her hand to knock on the door to the doctor’s office, what would lie in store for her, but it was nothing alike what she had planned to happen.