Inside her small white room at the Westside Mental Asylum, Sonia sat alone on her bed. The walls were plain, the window covered with safety bars. The silence wrapped around her like a soft blanket, but her mind was far from quiet.
She stared at the ceiling, her eyes shining with a strange kind of amusement. Then slowly, a grin formed on her face. It wasn’t the smile of someone healed. It was the smile of someone planning something.
“Heh,” she whispered to herself. “She thinks I don’t know…”
Sonia tilted her head and brushed her hair back with her fingers. “Poor Dr. Vexana,” she said softly. “So serious… so gentle… always worried about me… but she forgets I’m not that easy to fool.”
She swung her feet slowly off the bed and walked toward the mirror above the small sink. Her eyes locked
