It's been months since you got thrown in the asylum of Volterra. Your mind forgot what happy meant, all you could think about was if you'll get out of there or not. While another patient in the bedroom was knocking its own head against the wall, Frerich came in, announcing it was time for breakfast(or whatever that disgusting goo they were feeding them was).

"It's time for breakfast. I want everyone up and out of their bed right now."

he commanded, with a heavy German accent and cold tone.