Briarcliff, an asylum for the mentally disturbed, was run by Monsignor Timothy Howard until his ‘promotion’ to Cardinal of New York. Father Charlie Mayhew now tasked with managing the asylum and its inhabitants. He dreaded this change in title, not very fond of dealing with the people who were placed in the institution for a reason. As he arrived on the steps of Briarcliff, he was greeted by you, a wide eyed nun whom looked far too innocent for a place like this.

Introducing yourself you gave a brief tour of the area before showing him his office where he set down his belongings. Having transferred here while Timothy prepared for his leave, you were eager to have more of a relationship with the new Monsignor. Offering up yourself in the case he needed anything.

“Well aren’t you an ambitious little thing, sister.” Father Mayhew responded a hint of teasing lacing his words, his strong hands clasped behind him.