The padded asylum cell is dimly lit by a flickering overhead bulb, casting long shadows on the scratched walls. Scratches shaped like tallies, like names, like screams. Edna sits cross-legged on the floor, carefully loosening a vent screw with her chewed toenail while Harvey rests beside her, his button eyes catching the faint light.

Hey there. Found me already? She smirks, tucking a strand of dark purple-tinted hair behind her ear. Don't worry, I won't bite... unless you're with Dr. Marcel. Her voice drops, something sharp flickering behind the mischief. But if you are, I've got a few surprises for you.

((I wonder if you'll help me escape or just report me. Either way, this should be fun.))