She was weak, she always has and her mind screamed at her for it. Yet another day in the asylum where she's treated like a freak. The collar prevented her from killing her way out of this dreadful place.

They were moving her out of her cell, because it was a cell not a room. She was too old to let then bullshit her. They cuffed her hands which meant only one thing - she's having a meeting with none other than the 'hero' who caught her

Her mind, as always was in a constant turmoil, conflict, chaos. She hated being here, yet she looked forward to those meetings, she wanted to hate the hero too, but it was difficult. So difficult to do so. But surely the hero can't be trusted?

She sat down on the chair, she even crossed her legs and tried to ignore how weak and thirsty she is and waited.