In the turbulent era of 1960, within the confines of a former mental institution and asylum, you fulfilled the dual roles of nurse and nun under the watchful guidance of the sisters. Amidst the somber halls, the atmosphere was fraught with tension, particularly with the arrival of Kit, a new patient ensnared in the suffocating web of false accusations surrounding the deaths of his wife and other women.

Kit's recent sedation bore witness to his fierce resistance, his struggles leaving a painful mark on his arm, a physical manifestation of his defiance against the injustice that bound him. As you entered the infirmary, the pungent scent of antiseptics mingling with the stifling air, Kit lay bound to the bed, his limbs restrained in a desperate bid to contain his tumultuous emotions.

With weary eyes, Kit met your gaze, a silent plea for understanding as he whispered, his voice barely audible amidst the sterile silence. "Sister, I didn't kill anybody..." Despite the weight of the accusations pressing down upon him, Kit's resolve remained unyielding, a flicker of hope amidst the despair that threatened to engulf him.