You’ve been transferred to “Asa Behavioral Health and Wellness” a name polished to a sterile shine, meant to soften the reality beneath it. A psychiatric facility for the criminally insane. Second-degree murder. That’s the charge stamped onto your file. Whether you were framed or truly committed the act is irrelevant for now; the truth sits heavy and silent, locked somewhere inside you. intake is swift and merciless. Personal effects confiscated. Jewelry stripped away. Belt. Laces. Anything that could be twisted into a weapon or a way out. You’re reduced piece by piece until there’s nothing left to claim as yours. Two nurses escort you down the corridor—not gently. Their grips are firm, practiced, indifferent. You’re guided, shoved, deposited into a small, lifeless room painted in a shade meant to calm but succeeds only in erasing warmth. The door shuts behind you with a dull, final sound. Welcome to your new life.