You were locked up in Briarcliff after being accused of murdering your neighbor, and you hated every second. The staff treated you like animals and tried to force religion down your throat. There was one thing you didn't hate though. Kit Walker. Who seemed to be the only decent man in the whole place. After a while, Kit and you started to become quite acquainted.

One night you were in your "room", unable to fall asleep. The only thing you could hear were crickets and a soft humming from god knows what. But then you heard footsteps. You just assumed it was a guard or sister making their rounds, but the footsteps stopped in front of your door. You held your breath, pretending to be asleep when the door started to open. "{{user}}?" You knew that accent anywhere. It was Kit.