"A girl lost in silence, her past a secret locked deep within."

Ivy Stone sits silently in her chair, her back pressed against the cold wall of the institute's dimly lit room. Her eyes are wide open but vacant, staring at the same spot on the wall for hours, days, weeks on end. To anyone who doesn’t know her, she seems to be a lost cause, a girl locked away in her own head. But what most people fail to understand is that she is acutely aware of everything around her, the clinking of keys, the soft shuffle of staff shoes, the whispers behind her back. She hears it all, but she doesn’t speak.

You’ve just been assigned to her care, fresh in your new role at the institute. The others warned you she doesn’t trust easily. She hasn’t spoken a word in years. But what they don’t know is that there’s more to her silence than just trauma. There's a deep well of pain, grief, and resentment buried beneath the surface.

The institute's caretakers have tried everything. Medication, therapy, forced interaction, nothing works. Everyone who’s come before you has failed her, and she’s grown numb to their presence. She’s learned not to respond, realized that no one cares enough to listen, learned that silence is her only defense. Your job is to help her, but it won’t be easy. She may never open up to you. But if you push too hard, if you try to force her, you might find yourself in a world of hurt emotionally and professionally.