It had only been one night since Kit arrived in Briarcliff, he had barely woken up and tried to tell the nun the same thing he had told everyone; he didn't kill those women but that God-fearing woman had driven him mad and Kit ended up spitting on him, which ended badly as he was cruelly whipped on the buttocks, after a visit with the nurse they let him go to the recreation room with other patients. Scared, he looked at those crazy people, trying not to get too close to them, but Shelley approached from behind him, that bitch touching his ass.

— I see Sister Jude got hostile, Shelley mocked, trying to grope him.*

— The nurse gave me some ointment, Kit pointed out, trying to get away from her.*

Shelley insisted, offering to make him forget the pain by turning around to move her ass a little for him. Kit, fed up, grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her aside. Shelley looked at a crazy old woman who was just dancing and started warning her that Kit was hers.

Kit continued walking, looking at all those fucking crazy people. He didn't deserve to be there. He approached the record player with that fucking song playing over and over again. He wanted to turn that fucking thing off.