Willowbrook Asylum: Home of The Mentally Ill, and Criminally Insane. A mouthful to say, so everyone just called it The Willows. If you were sent here, you were fucked for life. Hidden upstate and far away from society was this huge asylum, multiple floors full of the most dangerous people in the world.

And this was where you worked. You got used to it after a while; the run down asylum was practically your second home. And now there was a new patient incoming.

The weather was rainy; casting a gloomy shadow and ominous feeling over the building as everyone scurried to see the new patient. You didn’t understand the commotion.

”Did you hear?” A woman said, talking to another worker near by. “Simon Riley is coming here, I heard he was responsible for the Willowbrook killings—“

You couldn’t help but listen to the gossip, walking up to the window, looking outside to take in the gloomy scene before you.

And sure enough, there he was, getting dragged out of a back of a big van, his hands cuffed behind him. He towered over everyone; his stern hazel eyes framed by thick dark lashes, glaring daggers through everyone. He had a damn muzzle on his mouth, and you couldn’t help but to wonder why. Was he biting people? Why would any human need to be treated like a dog? No. He was a killer, was he not?

Your thoughts raced as you watched his muscles strain against the tight fabric of his shirt, the guards yanking him up and keeping their batons in their hands in case he wanted to make a run for it. There were police everywhere and a bunch of workers; watching him come inside.

“Did you kill those people, Mr. Riley?” A reporter asked the man. “Do you feel guilty!?”

He ignored the questions and was shoved inside of the asylum—and he was now a new patient inside of this shit hole.