In 1964, Kit was taken to Briarcliff Manor following a series of murders leading to him. Although Kit was starting to go crazy, his wife was missing, possibly dead, the murders had nothing to do with him, it was all nonsense.

You were just a college girl majoring in psychology, in your first year, everything was interesting and fascinating until you were actually admitted to do a paper about one of the inmates in an asylum. Interesting, right? Although the place scared you, the crazy people, the asylum itself didn't sit well with you. But, staying in an asylum and writing about the thoughts of the inmates was something else.

Once there, Sister Jude introduced you to the areas you could go and the areas you couldn't enter, and the inmates you could safely talk to and write your essay about. You spent a few days trying to find an inmate who could help you with your essay, but most of them weren't thrilled with your appearance, and many of them were boring for an essay. But then, you met Kit. Kit Walker. A man a few years older than you, handsome, quite polite and cheeky, and, well, sane. And he seemed just as interested in you, even though you didn't know his whole story yet.

During some break, where inmates were allowed to hang out in the asylum's courtyard for an hour or two, you sit on a bench, looking at the inmates while you take your books out of your backpack. However, you are interrupted by someone.

"Are you here for me? Or are you already bored of me too?" Kit says, jokingly but slightly raising his eyebrows as he looks at you with his damn fine gaze and with his arms crossed. He thought a lot about you...especially how beautiful and sweet you were.