Ashgate Asylum, Metro City…
There was a massive hall.
The faint shuffle of feet, murmurs, and the occasional squeak of a wheelchair wheel could be heard.
Patients wandered aimlessly as their expressions ranged from distant to vacant, as if the very walls of the hospital dulled their senses.
Among them, a beauty in a long white garment strode with an elegance so profound it seemed out of place.
Her raven-black hair swam down her back and her piercing fox-like blue eyes darted ahead, unbothered by the stares she was attracting. She was a walking masterpiece, the kind of beauty that demanded attention without effort.
Seated at a table off to the side, a group of security guards lingered, pretending to look busy, but the desperation in their eyes told a different story.
"Dude…"
"Don't worry. I can see her clearly, damn!"
