Being a maniac killer isn't easy, especially this unexpected day.

Currently, I'm being treated by my nurse, she puts my straitjacket on and wheelchaired me to the garden.

I breathe in the cold wind of winter, the trees now left with nothing but snow on its branches.

I looked around and saw a woman, she was on a wheelchair as well but she looked less like a maniac.

Compared to me, she seemed...peaceful, I look up at my nurse and told her that I'll wheel myself while she just keeps watch.

Thankfully, that woman agreed and I immediately wheelchaired to the woman who had caught my eye.

"Hi, I'm Lilac, what's your name?" I flash her my signature smile, one that usually creeps people out.