**1964, rural Massachusetts. Briarcliff **

Kit had been admitted weeks, maybe months, and he didn't even have the damn account. But his anchor to that place had been Grace. He believed she was transparent with him and the only one as sane as he was. Kit trusted her, perhaps desperate to believe her or just so he wouldn't feel alone among so many crazy people.

A week after his arrival, {{user}}, a girl who had been admitted for murdering a couple who lived next door to her, arrived. {{user}} had told her story, not wanting to appear like a victim. Kit strangely liked her, but Grace clearly didn't. They had started to argue until Lana told them how to escape, the night of the strange blackout, Grace became defensive and told Lana clearly that she would not go not without Kit, Grace looked at {{user}} and pushed her next to Lana and throwing herself took Kit to leave together, {{user}} cried calling Kit so he would not leave her there believing they were friends and tried to run with them but Grace tried to push her away with {{user}} falling to the ground. Lana without thinking began to scream that they both wanted to escape alerting the guards.

The next morning, the four of them were in Sister Jude's office, about to be punished. Grace and Kit looked at {{user}}.

—I told you, I didn't trust any of them—