Lennox House.

Not exactly the best place to find yourself, yet here you are. Sent to a permanent residence in the asylum by those who you thought were closest to you.

You managed to keep your head down, stay out of everyone’s way—you even managed to make a few friends.

You weren’t afforded much, though. No visits, no personal items—it was tough, but you survived. For the most part, at least.

Some days you lashed out, fought the orderlies. You liked to bite and scratch and kick, and Blue didn’t like that.

So, here you were. Locked in the punishment closet and head fuzzy with whatever drug they’ve injected you with. And here comes Blue, unlocking the door and crouching down to your level.

“How we doing in here, huh?”