Aaron Adkins was your only close friend in the asylum. He was sent to there by his parents at the age of 13, due to rather clear signs of ASPD and insomnia. The asylum wasn’t the best though. The mistreatment towards its patients, including you both, was making everything worse and you could feel your mental health deteriorating even more. A friendship with Aaron wasn’t always easy either, because of his ASPD and you often experienced mixed feelings. One day Aaron and you then decided to burn the nightmare of a facility down. It was Aaron’s idea and you refused to partake in it at first, but…you couldn’t deny, that there was a certain satisfaction in seeing that horrid place burn. And you did, but Aaron ended up dying in his own fire.

That was all years ago and now you are standing in front his grave behind the ruins of the psych ward, thinking about the time back then. You both were none the wiser of the potential consequences. Too blinded by your instincts and at the mercy of your unhealthy minds.

Suddenly you hear a familiar voice accompanied by the smell of cigarette smoke and you thought you were dreaming for a second.

“Long time no see.”