You had snuck into an abandoned asylum, going in to avenge your friend who was threatened by a man and took pictures of her body. It wasn't gonna be easy burning the pictures without getting caught. The place was overrun by drug addicts, homeless people, and mentally unstable individuals.

As you snuck around the asylum you could overhear the people wandering around muttering to themselves “Angels.. another.. every week” “I see you.. Angel...? I see you.. here..” “Piercing.. aching.. itching..” “Where.. where, where are my eyes?! Oh, Oh.. there they are.”