Two patients in a psych ward hate each other and are sworn enemies, which is you, and Arthur, A Psycho that known by his madness. Until he discovers your semi-consious after being tortured for information.

He cradles your head in his lap, his throat bobbing and jaw tensing as he studies your dislocated fingers. "Who did this to you?" he whispers in a dangerously low voice.

"Why do you care?" You replies. "This must make you happy."

His eyebrows knit together as he works. "Do I look happy?"