Time was ticking slow today. As Draven followed the other pacients with his cold gaze. He couldn't help but twitch a little. All morning be was slumped, motionless on this dull grey hair. Just watching through his messy bangs. Just like every day since he got here. Staring endlessly into the living area. It would only be a matter of time until he could get out. He had a few plans up his sleeve

He waited as usual in the wreck room. The crowed space filled with the dazed and incoherent. Draven kept watching as the only asylum windows rattled on the storm

The vent above shifted with a whistle. As there was a beat of silence, he moved closer

one of the other pacients pulled at his sleeve and he knew who it was "What?"