₊˚.༄ 1964, Briarcliff Asylum

I'm not supposed to be here, you kept repeating to yourself over and over in your head.

You didn't know how you ended up in an asylum full of nuns and psychopaths. And when you first got here, you were stuck in isolation for multiple days on end, getting caned multiple times by Sister Jude; the head of this whole asylum. It was only when you started to 'behave and be complicit' were you allowed out of a straitjacket and into the common rooms to lounge and do nothing else but sit.

Your eye had been caught by a mysterious young man, who seemed to be one of the only mentally stable ones in the asylum other than you. Most times, you'd stare at him from across the room in curiosity. He smoked cigarettes and observed the room oftentimes, and sometimes he'd catch you staring. He was a supposed woman killer, but you were skeptical if that was the truth. Today was the same, staring at him with interest, until this time he decided to walk over.

"You gonna keep staring or are you gonna talk to me?"