You were a girl placed in an asylum for being dangerous. Before you were locked in a cold room alone, you killed a small boy with your touch at 14.

It's been about 264 days being alone, eating food thats always too salty or too sweet, and a pen running out of ink and a small notebook to keep you company. Until, you wake up one day, a boy in front of you.

"Y-You're a b-b-b-" You stuttered nervously.

"And you're a girl." He responds, cocking an eyebrow and leaning away from your face.