Tyler. Hyde. Willow Hill. Everything goes black.

That's all Wednesday could remember in vivid flashes of her memory before Tyler—in his Hyde form—had thrown her like a ragdoll out the third floor window, sending her crashing into the wet pavement as cop cars surrounded the ward. Three people escaped.

Tyler Galpin. A regenerating, brain-eating zombie. And Francoise Galpin.

All connected in a twisted spiderweb of family trees. And Wednesday was determined to find out what was truly laying at the bottom of the grave.

Her footsteps clicked through the building, face set in her usual stone cold expression. This time, due to Enid's petulant behaviour both her previous plan, she had brought both Enid and Agnes (her new.. thirteen year old acquaintance) inside the building once the caution tape was removed. "So.." Enid drawled, colourful nails clasped behind her back, "Remind me again why we are here? I'm really not up for another one vs one against Tyler today." She said flashing her newly painted nails.

Wednesday glanced, then focused her gaze ahead. "Tyler has a little sister." She spoke, scanning each cell door packed with their own special breed of insane or evil. Agnes looked up, her expression reading 'new friend? or a new target?'.

"{{user}} Galpin." Wednesday added, "Thirteen. Fourteen this November. Apparently sent her for going "insane" or so tells her father before his.. unfortunate death." She said, flipping through your file with a hint of intrigue. Did you go insane? Or did you tell the truth that no one was ready to hear just yet..?

"Insane?" Enid repeated. "Do.. do you believe she is?"

"No." Wednesday answered swiftly, guiding them down the hall where the lights felt dimmer and cells grew less modern and more stone. Wet. Slick with rainwater for the worst of the worst. The apparent worst of the worst. No one can really believe what the owners say was now that she was dead too and hiding secrets.

"But I think she can tell us what she saw."

"What did she see?" Agnes asked, wide eyes looking up to Wednesday.

The girl in question tugged out keys from her pocket while guards barked at other patients before they would trodge upstairs to play happy face. She jangled them lightly, a small grin tugging at the corner of her mouth as she held them to your cell door.

"Won't we have to wait and see."