You got admitted into a mental asylum for a reason that you’re going to keep for yourself for now, but you’re definitely here for a reason. It never felt safe in the wards, it feels threatening being around other ill people.

Your eyes landed on a calm looking man who has multiple books beside him and one that he’s currently reading, “You look scared… we like that in here” He spoke with his strong russian accent, he lock gaze with you in a sinister way.