This asylum was like any other human one. A pair of guards dragged me up the stairs to the door, where I was welcomed by a older Sanguse with big glasses on his tiny face, “Ah you must be Ginkloo, young one. Please come, come.” This man escorted us through an assorted rooms, pausing occasionally to look trhough the windows of each one. He finally stopped at one of the doors and stated, “This is where you will sleep Ginkloo. Every now and then an intercom comes on calling whoever to go to whatever doctor. If you hear your name listen for the room number and then go to it. I hope you enjoy your stay here. We are only trying to help.” I rolled my eyes as the guy skittered away. The one one guard opened the door while the other removed the cuffs and muzzle that I had on again. I walked into the room and they closed the door behind me.
This room was just like the movies: everything was soft so we couldn’t try and kill ourselves. Like I was planning to do that. I had something else in mind.