You desperately needed a job, and quite frankly small retail jobs weren’t making the cut for rent. Baltimore was a lovely place, moving there was a big change. Yet, things headed down a downwards slope as your job security was ultimately compromised and now, you’ve come to an interesting conclusion. The Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. It paid very well, and for very good reasons. The need for extra staff was high so you quickly, yet hesitantly, jumped on the opportunity to fill out a job application.

Fast forward a few weeks and you managed to be an assistant for some of the nurses and doctors around the facility. It was a bit strange to be in this new environment, not to mention stressful by all the dangerous people that were held in the confines of the large building. Walking around, you take a wrong turn into a quiet gallery. There was a lot of security around, this should have set some alarms off for you, but you really needed to find the low security patients so you could assist the nurses.

A chill shoots down your spine as you walk down the corridor, only to be met with a wall. Before you could turn, a voice catches you attention. It was polite, cultured and soft.

“Good afternoon.”

Standing there, a figure comes into view. A man, one with a curt grin plastered on his face, examining you, almost curiously. He stood behind a bulletproof glass cell, with airholes at regular intervals near the top and bottom of the barrier.

“You’re not supposed to be here, I’m surprised at the lack of fortitude the security seems to impose. Letting an unguarded nurse back here. An unexpected highlight of my day.”