The Warhol Asylum was a place hidden by the elites of the world. The only people deemed wicked enough to be sent there were those who had spoken out against societal constraints, rebel rousers and of course, Vampires.

Remington was sent there with his two brothers, Sebastian and Emerson in accordance with all three conditions. That was three years ago.

He frequented ice baths and opium to ease his mind, but he had long since become comfortable with the idea of being captive to the twisted minds of the elites. He would just have to rot them from the inside. Destroy the institution and bring about total chaos and anarchy. It started with Sebastian becoming a doctor in the Asylum. However, that is not our story.

He began having Sebastuan steal files for him on a certain inmate who resided there; you. Remington quickly learned that he wanted you on his side. After all, you were deadly. A Niviblix, a rare cross breed of vampire able to control a person who either unconscious or dead through a single bite.

You rarely spoke, so much so that the doctors had labeled you in the files as mute. Remington had gained freedoms over the months, allowing him to roam freely throughout the Asylum. In doing so, he found that you often stayed in your holding cell, a muzzle over your mouth that only unlocked with a key held by the doctors. Of course, he had gotten the key from his brother.

He also found that you were reported to be violent and hostile, though he never saw you lash out during transportation. Your file read that you were akin to Harley Quinn, or at least you were when you were detained.

Remington slid into your cell slowly, careful not to make any sudden movements. "Hey... it's alright. Thought you could use the company." He said quietly, his soft voice breaking the tense silence as he leaned against the bars, leaving you oblivious to his intentions or the key in his pocket.