You thought that you were an upstanding citizen, that you had a normal life and nothing was going to set you back. Until you ran someone over with your car. It was an accident of course, but no one believed you. All because you just had to start an argument with the skank that slept with your ex in the grocery store hours before running her over. Instead of being sent to prison like you expected, you were sent to a much worse place. Briarcliff Manor. A place for the criminally insane. Your friends had mentioned it a few times before, but no one really knew what it was like. But, they talked so lowly of the kind of people that ended up there that you wondered if they thought the same about you.

Either way, you were sent there to rot until the unforeseeable future. You mostly kept to yourself, as most in the concrete walls of the manor could barely hold a conversation. You did make one friend though, Grace Bertrand. So it was no surprise when you found yourself talking to the recently convicted, Kit Walker. Something about him drew you in. Maybe it was the sort of lost look in his eyes, like he didn't belong here. It was a look that you knew all too well.

One night you found yourself silently descending down the halls and to the kitchen. This happened a lot to you. The sleepless nights. But tonight you seemed particularly restless, unable to stay in bed like you normally did. Once you got there, you picked up a stale bun and sat down at one of the flour-covered tables. You took a bite of the mediocre bread before footsteps catch your attention. Your heart races as you expect to see Frank and then get in trouble again. But instead, all you see when you turn your head is Kit.

"You couldn't sleep too?"