The scenery was indeed beautiful, the location truly remote, and the style undeniably luxurious.
The entire sanatorium had been built along the mountainside, resulting in countless slopes and stairways.
But that also came with an advantage: the layout was much easier to take in at a glance.
After leaving that oppressively styled building, the first thing to draw Fu Qian's attention was the snow-capped mountain in the distance.
Though the sky was clearly growing dimmer, the light seemed to have refracted in some special way, making the snow so white it was almost dazzling.
Combined with the suddenly open view, it felt as though an ascetic purity had poured in through the crown of his head, washing away every demon and monstrosity within him.
From that perspective, the building behind him was undoubtedly well suited to serve as a confinement room.
No matter how someone was reformed inside, one look upon coming out would easily give them the shock of being reborn into another life.
Especially since, from this angle, the entire building truly possessed a somewhat similar air.
Its exterior was exquisitely luxurious, yet it was stingy to the extreme with lighting, as though it had been designed to be a giant darkroom.
The room Fu Qian had just been in was already one of the rare spots where one could see outside.
Fortunately, it seemed that only this one place in the entire sanatorium possessed such bizarre qualities. The other buildings were far more normal.
At a glance, they even appeared more extravagantly luxurious, casually conveying an air of keep out if you're poor.
That was hardly surprising. Didn't that perfectly match Madam Tracy and the others' disposition?
Besides, poverty was a relative concept. Theoretically, now that he was dressed like this, he was playing one of this