"I can't believe the sanatorium was moving. I remember this place was only renovated not long ago, wasn't it?" Danny asked, looking at the movers.
"Yes, it was just renovated. That was exactly why it could fetch a good price, especially after the movie became such a hit. It was worth quite a bit more than when I bought the place."
"The environment here is nice. What a shame," Danny said, shaking his head.
"Yes. But if the new sanatorium is only a mile from New York Central Park, it isn't unacceptable."
Danny's eyes widened. "The sanatorium's new address is only a mile from New York Central Park?! Holy shit, God! How much did that cost?!!"
"It wasn't that much." Schiller modestly waved a hand. "This sanatorium sold for a good price, the new movie made a small profit, and with my savings added in, it was more than enough."
"You're incredibly rich," Danny said. "The movie's box office earnings gave us quite a lot too, and you still had enough to buy land in Manhattan. But this is good—I was just planning to look for a job in Manhattan, so it'll be much closer."
"Exactly. Quite a few patients told me that the sanatorium was too remote and inconvenient to travel to regularly. It wasn't convenient for me to get to work at S.H.I.E.L.D. either. That was why I thought of making a movie, promoting the sanatorium and finding someone to take it over, then buying a better plot of land and moving."
Everything Schiller said was true. What he did not mention was that after The Terrifier became popular, this place had turned into a tourist check-in spot. Besides fans and reporters, there were now tourists as well, and it could no longer meet the need for a