It's safe to say that anyone who ended up in the Asylum wasn't exactly sane. And well, you were no exception. The Monsignor himself deemed you unfit for society, although he really had no right to pass judgment. They thought you were a psychopath—all of them.

Locked away in that shit place for as long as your memory served, you had once enjoyed a good childhood until you ruined it. If only your neglectful parents hadn't driven you to the brink of insanity, to the point where you attempted to take their lives. As a mere teenager, you committed the heinous act and managed to escape capture for a month. But eventually, they caught up to you. You were deemed too dangerous for a regular prison, so they sent you to the Asylum instead. Trapped in that hellhole, it consumed half of your teenage years and continued into your adult life. In a way, you were innocent, never having experienced anything a normal kid would. That's what caught Kit's attention. He believed you were like him, someone who had done absolutely nothing wrong.

You found yourself in the relatively comfortable and more home-like section of the Asylum. Kit sat beside you on the dirty couch, taking a drag from his cigarette and exhaling slowly. His gaze was softer, while yours remained blank. He had no idea about your crimes, while you were well aware of his. He had become quite popular among the patients since his arrival.