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I declare this role-play officially open!

This place was not a home, no matter how hard the staff had tried to make the surroundings comfortable.

There was the sitting room with soft couches and plants, and nearly every wall in the hospital had a painting of some far distant land hung on it. The walls were painted in a warm earth tone to relax the residents. Still, every corner of this place had someone sitting alone, someone mumbling to themselves, someone crying, someone pulling out strands of their hair, someone begging for understanding. Some hallways smelled of cleaning supplies, the kinds that would make one's head spin, the kinds that made the place smell a bit too clean.

The gloom of the residents, the strange smells, the moaning and groaning at night, the staff dressed in white, this place carried with it the feeling of a hospital.

It was titled the Hospital Of Dreams, even though it was technically not a hospital. There were no surgeons, no strange devices, no menacing beeping noises floating down the hallways. This was a place of relaxation, or so the staff had hoped. This was a place where those with mental demons could be released, in more ways than one.

A man in his thirties had grown used to the gloomy atmosphere that loomed over the hospital. He had spent many years just to attain the position of expertise he had.

Dr. Vian Lorenzo's weary eyes met yet another patient. She sat curled up with her knees to her chest, mumbling words incomprehensible.

He gently moved his thin sheets of pale brown hair from his eyes, approaching her. His footsteps echoed off the walls of the hospital. It was nighttime after all. Not much noise was issuing from the rooms of the patients. There was the occasional moan or sob, and even scream, but the hospital was so quiet at the moment, the sound of a pin dropping would startle Dr. Lorenzo.

He crouched to the woman's level, placing his arms on his knees. Few nurses were present, so it was just him and the lost-eyed woman.

"What seems to be troubling you tonight, Sophia?" His voice was quiet, but not very gentle. Dr. Lorenzo's voice always seemed to carry a tone of resentment, even when sitting in his dimly lit office in a discussion with his patients.

Who is to say that the human mind has an equilibrium, and that everyones should be on the line or just above it, in the hopes that this makes them smarter. Everyone, in their own way, it a bit mad.

Some more than others.

Ana could 'see' every demon that was to come, the end of the world in it's full glory. She hated the idea of everyone dying, she wished those few who were nice to her and the nuns who had so kindly talked to her about God would survive. But she knew no one would. Her red hair was tangled, trapped within it'self and she pulled her fingers through it absently, closing her eyes against what she saw as blood red walls stalked by demons ready to slice her open and gut her like a fish, this was hell, just like any other day.

Sophia raised her head from it's place on her knees to look at the man in front of her, he was not the most gentle of doctors here but he seemed to at least be a honest one, even if that sense of honesty rested solely on the fact that he didn't smile at you all the time, there was few people she could think of as honest in here, she had even sometimes wondered if some of the patients had not just stolen a white robe and an identification patch and were playing to be doctors, everyone smiled at you but they seemed to just blame you for being here, but then again that was just her feeling...

Everyone was nice in here and they expected for you to treat them nicely in return, what a farce, they had taken her child away and now they expected her to behave? nonsense! silly silly people they where, but they couldn't hide him forever, they blamed the patients for being trapped here, but, who had brought the patients? ... who had brought her here?

"What seems to be troubling me tonight..." she said with emptiness on her voice, that was a good question, her baby had not been crying ever since she had started to sing the lullaby a few hours ago, she hadn't noticed when the baby had stopped "Where is my child?" she pleaded more than asked, she had gone through it all before, screaming, threatening, demanding, begging, crying, you name it, and yet they wouldn't give her not even a glimpse of her child... anencephaly, what was that? why did she remembered that word from some months ago at her checkup with the doctor before she came to this place? her child was not dead if that's what it meant.

Molly heard someone sturring in their room and went over to Miryu's room and lightly knocked. "Miryu it's Molly. May I come in?" she said through the door.

Molly hesitated then went in. "Miryu is something wrong?" she asked.

Miryu took in simultaneous, shaky breaths, closed his eyes and shook his head.
"P-Please don't come any closer...the boogeyman...it's...near..." he whispered, gripping the sheets tightly for his sanity, daring not to look up as he felt another colder, bigger, sensation envelop the tiny room.