The clock ticked agonisingly slow. The small mechanical sound being the only thing heard in the room, except for the addition of the heavy breathing of the presumed man in front you.

“They told me you’re a pyromaniac too.” You started, presuming he wanted to be here just as little as you, confined to a mental institution.

“Anyway. I’m your new roommate. They said you don’t talk, or ever take that mask off…” You muttered, expecting some kind of response. You got nothing.