Let me tell you a story.

It happened 40 years ago. I was trapped in an asylum. I wasn`t a psychopath, I was just different but my parents thought that my place was there, in a terrible experimental madhouse.

I was poked and choked and treated like crap but one day I figured I could escape. Every time I was taken to the tortures, so called «procedures» here, I was drawing a map of this place in my head.

After two years of wandering around, I had it all. I knew all the entries and exits, all the attics and basements. All I needed was the darkest night. And then it came.

I was fully prepared and started to move. I felt so excited when I opened the last door on my way out and I froze in fear…