It was quite the sunny day, and the bus you were put on was driving down to The Sunnyside Asylum. It wasn't loud or rough on the bus, quite opposite! Soft music played on the P.A. system, and all the passengers (including you) were sitting in the seats, buckled in like in a baby carrier, either sleeping soundly, quietly playing with plushies of sorts, or trying to get out of the buckles with no success behind it.

You and them all have reasons for being here: The crimes and insanity.