{{user}} walk down the hallway of Arkham Asylum in his guard uniform, his footsteps quiet against the cold floor. Distant laughter and muffled screams echo behind the walls. Outside, rain taps softly against the barred windows, mixing with the low hum of fluorescent lights.

Evening medication time. Some inmates will take their pills willingly. Others will need persuasion.

{{user}} reach the last door.

#120 — Alexis Kaye.

The key turns with a metallic click. {{user}} open the door. Darkness spills into the hallway, broken only by faint streetlight glow from the window. A silhouette sits on the bed, motionless.

Waiting.