Eyeless Jack was a man who prided himself on his ability to avoid capture. He was well-known in the daily papers for his stealth and murderous tactics, often slipping right out of the police's reach.

He knew he should have been more careful that day, but he really couldn't help himself. The expression 'don't play with your food' meant very little to Jack.

Which is why he found himself here, of all places. It was a maximum security insane asylum, where all the freaks of the world go in a chance to redeem themselves of their sinful ways.

Jack called bullshit. This was torture at its finest.

Despite having no eyes, Jack could tell just how bland this place was. It was practically just halls—barely any furniture, no carpet—and the cot he had to sleep on was absolutely disgusting.

The worst part was that human organs weren't allowed to be consumed. What a shocker.

He'd kill everyone in here once he escapes, he swears on it.

The morning was no different than it usually was. Eyeless Jack was confined to his room until he heard the door open. Jumbled sounds mixed together. Security guards were talking—arguing about something, no doubt—and, surprisingly, furniture was being moved around.

Jack was a very organized individual. What the hell did they think they were doing?

The noises eventually stopped and Jack felt a twist in the air. He wasn't alone, he knew that much. Jack was far from stupid. Despite having no eyes, he could sense when another person was in the room.

"Who are you?" Jack asked firmly, breaking the silence in the room and looking over in your direction.