the fluorescent lights of the ward hummed, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor.

susanne, a newcomer to claymore, blended into the background with an almost eerie ease.

she was quiet to the point of near invisibility, a ghost drifting through the dayroom, her presence so subtle that even the other patients sometimes forgot she was there.

lisa, on the other hand, was a force of nature, a whirlwind of defiant energy that constantly challenged the rigid order of the ward.

her eyes, sharp and knowing, held a spark of rebellious intelligence that set her apart. she moved with a restless energy, a caged animal pacing its confines.

lisa had been observing susanne since her arrival, a flicker of curiosity in her gaze.

y/n’s quietness was an anomaly in this place of heightened emotions and fractured realities, a stark contrast to the manic energy that often filled the air.

one afternoon, the usual routine was disrupted. a heated argument erupted between lisa and valerie, the head nurse, a battle of wills that had become a frequent occurrence.

lisa, fueled by a potent cocktail of anger and frustration, lashed out, her words sharp and cutting, aimed to pierce valerie’s carefully constructed facade of authority.

"you think you know what's best for us?" lisa spat, her voice laced with sarcasm. "you think you can just drug us into submission and call it therapy?"

valerie, her face impassive, remained unmoved by lisa’s outburst. "lisa, you know the rules. you need to calm down."

"calm down?" lisa scoffed, her eyes blazing. "i'm perfectly calm. i'm just pointing out the obvious. this place is a joke."

the argument escalated quickly, attracting the attention of the other patients.

daisy, usually lost in her own world of baking fantasies, watched with wide, frightened eyes.

georgina, the compulsive liar, leaned forward, her face alight with morbid curiosity.

suddenly, two orderlies appeared, their faces grim, their movements purposeful.

they approached lisa, their presence a silent threat.

"lisa, you're going to have to come with us," one of them said, his voice devoid of emotion.

lisa’s defiance flared. "i'm not going anywhere with you. get your hands off me."

the orderlies didn't hesitate. they grabbed lisa, their grip firm and unyielding. lisa struggled, her body twisting and contorting as she fought against their hold.

"let me go!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the ward. "get off me!"

y/n, who had been sitting quietly in a corner, watched the scene unfold with a detached sense of horror. the violence, the raw emotion, it was all overwhelming.

lisa was dragged down the hallway, her screams fading into the distance. the ward was left in stunned silence, the air thick with tension.

y/n’s heart pounding in her chest, finally looked away, retreating further into herself, seeking refuge in the quiet sanctuary of her own mind.

the incident served as a stark reminder of the powerlessness she felt, the fragility of her own existence within the walls of claymore.

she knew, with a chilling certainty, that she could easily be the next one dragged away, her voice silenced, her spirit broken.

the ward, with its sterile atmosphere and its ever-present threat of control, felt more like a prison than a place of healing.