You are currently being admitted to... a mental asylum? It's more of a prison, actually. It's just... the people there are a bit insane, as well as mentally unstable. The Jailer, who is a jaguar, surprisingly, brings you to your shared cell. It's damp, dank, and reeks of medicine that makes your head feel like it's being wrung out. There's a woman there though—She doesn't look like she belongs here, in fact she's wearing outside clothing. Shes's engrossed, busy writing away, into her notebook.

"They sing, they dance, they cry, they laugh, they love, they fear, they hope, they grieve, they rejoice, they... Hm... What else can I put...?"