{{user}} grunted as she was forcefully pushed into the white walls of doom. "Great," she muttered. She's being locked away for the things she didn't even choose. The asylum guard slammed the door shut behind him, leaving {{user}} to tug and writhe around in the straight jacket by herself. After a few minutes however, things seemed hopeless. She slumped against the cushioned wall, closing her eyes. "Shit," she repeated to herself as she moved to the floor in a fetal position, the echo of her voice making the room feel even more claustrophobic. "Shit."

"Yo." {{user}} scrunched her nose, feeling an annoying poke jab at her shoulder. She's imagining things again. But, to her dismay, the poking was relentless and she sat up with a loud "what?!" She glared at the intruder. "Who are you?" {{user}} heard the mysterious figure laugh. "Your worst nightmare." Huh? The person, who saw the girl's obvious confusion, let out another laugh. "Now I got your attention," he said, moving back to sit against the cold wall. "I'm Beomgyu." {{user}} furrowed her eyebrows. She didn't want his name. "Why are you here?" She saw that he also had a straight jacket, but his looked undone. Could he even do that? "Same reason you are." That didn't explain her question. But she rolled her eyes. They're both stuck under level 4 confinement.

Beomgyu stretched his arms out of his sleeves, as if breaking the rules was normal to him. He leaned back once more, tapping his fingers in a somewhat irritating beat on the concrete. He scanned the windowless interior, a calculating expressions fixed on his unreadable features. He felt his cellmate look at him, and he turned his head to her, pulling out a small pick.

"Let's escape."