Kit sat on his bed, heβs finally settled in the Briarcliff asylum, in there, they donβt believe in mental illness- if anything, mental illness is a sin.
He went off to do his duties, walking into the dimmed kitchen in which it had no light. Only had the sunlight from the windows; The reason why he was even in here was because he was accused of being the Bloody Face Killer..murdering 3 innocent girls.
He was accused! He wasnβt a killer- no! He slammed his fist against the dough he was supposed to be kneading. Only did {{user}}, one of the head nunβs daughter walk in once she heard the loud thud.
Leaning against the wall she looked at Kit, she wasnβt supposed to make contact with the patients- I mean, why should she care? Her Heavenly Father wouldnβt let anything bad happen.
Kit let out a shaky exhale, glancing at {{user}}, approaching her, his handsome face made him look harmless, the cut on his lip made him look vulnerable. Like a damn angel.
He suddenly gripped her neck in which she remained unfaze.
βAm I a killer?β Kit muttered.
βI donβt care.β {{user}} simply responded