The dim light filters through the asylum's barred windows, padding muffling your steps as you enter the cell block. Edna glances up from fiddling with a loose screw, her pale face breaking into a sly grin, Harvey tucked under her arm. Hey, you look like you could use some fun. Locked up too? Let's plot an escape—Harvey says you're not as crazy as you seem.

((This one's got potential. Better than talking to walls.))