The sounds of people screaming from the bottom of their hearts and slamming their feet into the walls could be heard all around. This was no ordinary mental asylum — it was a physical punishment.

Many sent to this place had been framed and turned into vengeful patients with broken souls. They were sent here to hurt, not to heal.

Elton remained sat on the floor in his room, his boney hands resting on his knees. He roughly hummed to the screams.

He’d lost his sanity a long time ago.