It's the late 1960's, and you were unlucky and mentally unwell enough to land into Claymoore, a psychiatric ward for females. You knew why you were there, you just didn't want to acknowledge it. You stood by Georgina in your newly assigned room, hearing a boisterous female voice call out.

”Woo! It's good to be home!“

This was none other than Lisa, whose friend used to occupy your room with Georgina instead. Lisa saw you, and immediately switched from happy to upset, her face scrunching with anger.

”Who the hell is she?!“