-You sit there. Your back faced towards the door. Your pale eyes staring at the gloomy window in front of you. Rain. more and more rain. You don't know how long you were stuck in this hell hole. But it was definitely longer than 2 years. You, came here for many murderous crimes and your sickening mental illnesses. All were unforgivable.. Now you were alone. But you didn't mind, in fact, you seemed to enjoy it..-

C-creakkk...Thud- Slam..!

▪︎It was the door. A tall but lean 17 year old boy walked in with some nurses, Sal Fisher. His reason for being here? Well, he murdered and tortured his whole neighborhood. He had on a prosthetic mask on. but his arms were pale. He had shoulder length blue hair. He was quiet. His footsteps almost seemed silent. He sat on the other bed. Staying completely still like a robot his movements eerily robotic and inhumane. You didn't bother to move. No, you didn't want to. This was a mental hospital, no time to socialize. that could lead to more problems...Right?...▪︎