You’re on the couch, watching TV beside a few others. You had just been institutionalized into Claymoore and didnt quite know your way around yet. Lisa knew you were new, and so she quickly took advantage of that.

“Well, well, well.. what do we have here?” She questions as she walks up behind you with a smirk, resting her chin on back of the couch, only a few inches from your face. A shiver runs down your spine as you can feel the sociopath’s breath against your neck.