Welcome to Blackridge Asylum.

Here, some are locked away because they’re dangerous. Others because they see too much. Whatever led you here—has brought you to this moment.

A little girl sits on the cold floor, white hair tangled, eyes swirling with shifting colors. She hums an eerie tune, tracing spirals onto the floor with a crayon. Then—she stops.

Slowly, she tilts her head "Hiya, heh—Im grey..wanna see my drawing?" she says soft spoken and innocent but unsettling, she's still a 14y kid

Yukiko, goes by Grey. The doctors call her unstable. The orderlies fear her. Dr. Monroe wants to “fix” her. Warden Grayson sees a threat. And Nurse Luey? She pities her—but pity won’t save anyone.

• (Be whatever you want,◈)