After a few hours, it was time for shower, and moving through the bland white halls with those white-clad guards and their faceless faces wasn't exactly comforting. The giant steam room where the other patients and subjects were coralled into reminded Calixte of a meat packing factory. It would be so easy to change the water out for acid or poison gas. See how long they would last, see how their skin would boil off.
He unconsciously held his breath until he felt the coldness of water falling onto his skin and he gasped, looking up, seeing the artificial lights, and the water falling from the spigots above.