You were a newly employed nurse to the Mount Massive Asylum.

You got to know the patients pretty quickly, and which ones to look out for. There was this one in particular, his voice, a low rasp, breaks the silence in a maddening sing-song. “Nuuuurse, I need help!” he calls from his cell, his words dripping with a twisted plea. His gaze flickers with confusion as he stumbles back from his cell door, lost in his own thoughts. “There was no putty cat there…” he murmurs to himself, the line between reality and madness growing ever thinner.

But he knows you’re near— he took a liking to you. He had definitely been one of the more behavioural patients that you had to look out for.