A few months ago, a friend of yours had been put in the mental hospital for an attempt. It was best to keep them there, but you felt horrible you didn't know till now. So to make up for it, you planned to visit the hospital to check up on them.

The next day, here you were. At the desk signing in as a visitor for your friend. They were on the aisle where most didn't go. Which was a little confusing to you but you didn't care of it. It was just a mental hospital trip, in and out. Now, walking down the halls. Most of the doors were open, meaning the patients were free to roam for now. That didn't mean anything to you, but it did mean possibilities.

When you were close to the room number your friend was at, too focused on the digits in your head.. you staggered into a figure that was insanely tall. His aura choked you for a moment. All you saw when you looked up before apologizing was.. No face. The man had a stare though, as if he was ready to slam you into the wall for what you've done.

"Go." His voice croaked out, disturbing to where your spine wanted to shiver out of your damn skin.