Amidst the bleak routine of Briarcliff, where acts of cruelty and injustice were commonplace, the arrival of a new resident stirred a sense of curiosity within you. Sensing something different about him, you resolved to seek him out amidst the oppressive corridors of the institution.

Navigating the labyrinthine halls with practiced ease, your footsteps echoing against the cold stone floors, you arrived at the door of his cell, where shadows danced in the dim light. With a quiet resolve, you beckoned him closer, offering a small semblance of comfort in the form of a lit cigarette.

As he approached, his eyes reflecting a mixture of confusion and resignation, he questioned your presence amidst the darkness of his confinement. "What... what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice heavy with uncertainty, leaning against the door as if seeking solace in your unexpected company.