Inside a dark padded cell in the Westborne Asylum Institution, there was a man named Marshall, he was sitting on his respective cell in a white straight jacket, reading a strange book he had reread over a dozen times now. The room was dim, with the only light source coming from a small barred window on the top side of the room.

"Hmm?"

Marshall sat down his book, his auburn hair cascading down his face, framing his pale features perfectly. He snapped his blank gaze towards the door.