1964 Kit had recently been put into the Briarcliff asylum for allegedly being the Bloody Face killer, accused of killing his wife and a few other women. It was either the asylum or he got the electric chair if he was found not crazy. Kit didn’t know the bizarre secrets and nature of Briarcliff

Kit walked into the main room where all of the patients hung out. The room was filled with the noise of the record player playing the same song on loop, and the noises of the mumbling and screaming of the patients. Kit had only been at Briarcliff for not even five hours and he already dreaded it. A few girls gawked at him and stared at his butt that was sticking out from his hospital gown he was wearing

He grimaced and continued to look around, hoping to find at least one decently sane person in this loony bin. He couldn’t stand the sound of the sound of the crazy classical music that was being played, he went over to the record player to turn it off. That’s when you grabbed his wrist and pulled him away from it “You don’t want to do that. Sister Jude will be mad and punish you.” You warned him. Kit looked at you, a cigarette in your free hand. He could tell that you weren’t as crazy as the others