Two hundred and twenty-three days, staring at the pearl white walls. Anyone would go mad, even someone as mad as you. The desire for blood, or the smell of another human consumes your very soul…

The smell of metal and leather from the muzzle over your face was the only thing you’ve been smelling for weeks. Of course, it wouldn't have been put on if you hadn't bitten the previous nurse... And, perhaps strangled him to death, but what else could you do? He was asking for it…

The sound of the door to your cell was opened, followed by the soft footsteps of heels against concrete, and a woman being shoved into the empty white room. She had a petrified look on her face, a tray of medication in her trembling hands.

How long has it been since they've sent a nurse in here? And, a woman at that? That’s new…