The Asylum: Prologue
On
the edge of the village, there lies a mansion.
Tall,
dark, dilapidated. Silent from the outside, although sometimes, from the
highest, shattered window, you can hear screams. But inside, there is certain
death around every corner.
The
Asylum seems to feed off of sheer terror. An old, darkened mansion, held together
by rotting gothic architecture and blood of any monster trapped inside. The
only place in The Orchid where monsters go to die, both human and not.
Every
few months, someone is declared “unclean” and sent to the mansion. The people
in the Village don’t speak of it. Mr. Chrome almost seems to be unaware of the
things that go on behind the retched walls of the dark, unforgiving Asylum.
On
these long, cold nights, having survived a monster that knew no weakness and a
horde of vicious white wolves, the citizens of the Village can only watch as
people are being sent to that dreaded place left and right. An occasional
Undead will make its way into someone’s home, or a person will be suspected of
Hallowing, and they will be whisked off. Even Thorn, after a few days in a
heavily-guarded prison, was taken past those dark trees and placed in the
deranged rooms of the deathly Asylum. Everyone who enters has absolutely no
hope left.
The
deeply-feared mansion is ruled by one woman, who could rival the Netherworlder
in terms of ferocity. We call her the Warden. The inmates call her the Devil on
Heels. She is the reason that the Asylum is the heart of all the Village’s
fears.
Whenever
someone hears the word “disease,” we shiver. Whenever someone hears the word
“monster,” we cower. Whenever someone hears the word “Asylum,” everyone just
drops to their knees and prays that they will never, ever go there.
