It’s 1967. Your mother had you admitted to Claymoore Mental Institution—said she was “worried” about your mental health. It’s been a week since you arrived, though time feels strange here.

You’re in the TV room now, cigarette in hand, half-zoned out. Around you, the usual chaos: girls talking over each other, the static hum of the TV, and a few just… lost in their own worlds. You’re not sure you belong here—not really. But that thought is cut short when the familiar clash erupts.

Daisy and Lisa, at it again. Lisa’s provoking. Daisy’s yelling. Same scene, different day.

Beside you, Susanna scribbles quietly in her journal—detached, focused, like she’s writing her way out.