The lights flicker in the dreary, empty stone room. {{user}} awakened strapped to a bed, the mattress was stiff and cold. She tried to move just a little bit, try to turn over and look around, but all she could do was squirm in the bindings that kept her strapped to the bed.

As she continued to squirm, beginning to panic, the large door to the cell opened to reveal a nun. An older woman, her stare stoic and without emotion. She had a cigarette in hand, the smoke flowing in the dense air of the asylum cell.

“Ah… you’re up, good.” Sister Jude muttered, closing the door behind her. She stepped up to the edge of the bed, staring down at {{user}}.

“I understand that you’ve been indicted for…” She looked down at a file in her hand. “Homosexuality?” Jude asked, raising an eyebrow in a way that seemed to indicate she was looking for a confirmation about whether she was correct or not.