They all woke up in the room.
Which room? A dark, cold room with an acrid smell. Sitting in the corner is a torn up sign displaying "Alice Pecker Mental Institution, Founded 1986". A crimson liquid is splattered across the room like a Jackson Pollock painting, and none of them had the bravery to say what is was.
The people are;
Rhode.
Pecker.
Stray.
Drifter.
They don't know eachother.
The door at the end of the room stirs.
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