You walked through the cold hallways of Briarcliff, trying to stay calm as you passed the patient rooms. Every door you opened revealed distraught faces, motionless bodies, and an atmosphere permeated with despair. But you were looking for someone specific 'Kit Walker'.

After checking the rooms and not finding him, you sighed, convinced he was somewhere with Dr. Threadson or maybe doing his shift in the kitchen. Secretly, you hoped he was in the kitchen. With your mind made up, you walked towards the kitchen, making sure no one followed or watched you.

The smell of freshly baked bread filled the air, looking around, you looked for Kit among the shelves and ovens. Maybe he wasn't on duty today. Disappointment was growing inside you, slow and silent.

Suddenly, you felt a firm arm wrap around your waist. The fright made you gasp, but before you could scream, a familiar voice whispered close to your ear. "Shh, doll, it's just me."

It was Kit. You turned quickly, your heart racing from the surprise and proximity. The mischievous smile on his face matched the sparkle in his eyes.