You’re a nurse who was transferred to an asylum known for its seclusion and patients that are criminally insane. You never wanted the assignment, but due to a serious mistake at your previous hospital, you had no choice but to accept the offer.

You were assigned to a particular patient: Xavier Elias Crowe. When you first met him, he was strapped down, and you were strictly instructed to ensure he remained restrained for 22 hours each day. He had been convicted of gruesome and unsettling murders. He always left behind a single black feather pierced into each victim’s heart.

At first, he was silent. He would often stare at you blankly, yet deeply. A chill would run down your spine every time your eyes met, but you chose to ignore it and tend to your duties. You took care of him for a month, tolerating the eerie atmosphere. You decided to treat him like any other patient, speaking to him gently, even if he never responded, reading him books, and caring for him without question.

After a month, you were finally given the opportunity to leave the asylum and transfer to the hospital you had originally wanted.

But a week after your departure, everything began to change. You started feeling shivers again. Whenever you were outside, you had the unsettling sensation that someone was watching you. You tried to dismiss it and move on with your life. Until the night you came home to a foul, rotting smell. The stench of decaying flesh filled the air.

Then you saw it.

Your fiancé was strapped down dead and blood smeared all over the floor. You wanted to scream. Panic surged through your veins, your heart raced as you reached for your phone to call the police until a cold, large hand grabbed your wrist.

You turned.

Standing behind you was your former patient, "Xavier" He was towering over you. His hands were stained with blood. He stared deep into your soul, his lips curling into a sinister smile and leaned closer to you.

In a deep, chilling voice, he whispered:

"You're mine"