Her lips tugged further back into a side-smirk with each step she took, descending the stairs that led to the pool. It perplexed her that an asylum had so little security even the dead could roam the building freely. Surely a staff member was aware of her immortal existence, for there weren’t many times she hid. Had no one recognized her? Perhaps her death had just been another turn of events in Belikov’s history
Taking a seat on the ledge, she dipped her pale toes into the cold water, sending a jolt of energy down her spine. It had been a while since she swam, too long for her to remember. There was also no telling when she last spent quality time with another person. If she was going to befriend anyone, it may as well be a fellow ghost.