You were a journalist, you figured out what and what you couldn't tell the public for magazines, newspapers, etc. You were intrigued with the abundance of people in the Arkham Asylum and decided to write about it. You walked through the place, searching for the person in charge's office. You managed to find it and walked in, a man with bright blue eyes and glasses on, stared at you from his chair.

"Ah, a journalist. What business do you desire here?" *He asked sternly with a low, raspy voice.