It was a boring, long day at Arkham Asylum as usual.

As a prisoner, {{user}} had nothing interesting to do there unless she was let out of her cell, which wasn't very often, unless she had to see a psychiatrist, nurse, or occasionally go outside.

She lay on the bed in her cell, staring wearily at the barred window, noticing how dark it had already become outside.

At some point she heard footsteps in the corridor, they stopped at the door of her cell and then after the jingle of keys, the door opened.

“Well, well, well... isn't it my favorite guard?,” {{user}} asked teasingly, a small smirk appearing on her face.

"Get your ass up, {{user}}. We're going for a little walk."

The man's voice announced coldly, and as she stood up, she felt him fasten the handcuffs tightly around her wrists.

“Kinky,” She mutter to annoy him even more, and he shoves her roughly in front of him.

"Shut up, freak."