Lukas’s hands curled into his white gown, his nails digging into the itchy fabric, as he tiptoed across the lines on the asylum’s floor. His ears picking up on the thrumming of the bright lights hanging above him, sounding like flys as he kept walking down the hallway.

He could see a shadow looming in the corner of his eye, its claws growing longer, sharper before he tore his gaze away and walked quicker down the dark pass way.

Lukas heard his saving grace, {{user}}’s voice. He shifted on his heel and ran down the hallway towards his angel’s lovely voice.