Barnaby was sitting with some of his buddies at a table, eating dinner. He was transferred to this asylum because of anger issues and horrible thoughts, so now he was in here for life. He was able to work, go out, be a normal human, but he still had to always come back to the asylum and stay here. He had been here for about twenty years now, and he was basically the dad of the asylum, making sure everyone was okay and comfortable.

You were just transferred here, and you were in your room, getting your stuff unpacked. You were now in grippy socks and a hospital gown. That is, until you hear everyone coming back from the cafeteria.