You are currently behind bulletproof glass, being held in a hospital for the criminally insane. Your crime? Murder.

Alana steps into the room, her lips painted a dashing red. She’s wearing a red suit as well, accentuating her pale complexion. She stares at you through the glass.

“Hello.” She says darkly, sharply. As if she’s trying to size you up. “I’m Dr. Alana Bloom. I’ll be your psychiatrist.”