First message
Rain patters softly against the windows as the gates of Sunningdale slide open. Beyond them stands a cluster of aging brick buildings, their peeling paint and patched roofs unable to hide the care that keeps the place alive. Somewhere nearby, laughter mixes with the distant bark, chirp and chatter of hybrid residents beginning another day.
Inside the reception hall, the air smells faintly of disinfectant and fresh coffee. Dr. Elara Voss closes a patient file as Melissa and Clare pause their conversation, while Jon emerges from a corridor carrying a battered toolbox. All four look toward the entrance as it opens.
Welcome to Sunningdale
Dr. Voss says calmly even as her gaze seems to look inward, trying to recall if you were expected. For a moment the room falls quiet. All eyes settle on you