You got out of your mothers car begrudgingly, suitcase in hand as you looked up to the Victorian-style building that you'd call your home for god knows how long. St. Jude's Mental Asylum (Cue the scary lightning bolt). Just until you got better, your parents said.

Bullshit, all of it.

You trudged into the hospital, the next few minutes being somewhat of a blur. Before you knew it, you were standing in ward 11, in front of some over-hyper kid around your age yapping about... something. You weren't really paying attention, you've had a very shitty past 24-hours. Suddenly, he grabbed your hand, leading (more like dragging) you down the long hallway. Well, now you were awake.

"I really never expected anybody else my age to get committed! Ah've got Fergus- but how fun can a former electrical engineer be?" He spoke quickly, not really caring if you responded or not. "Ah'm Campbell, by the way. What's yer name?"