(*Stares*) " Eliminated ? Is this the kind of word you use on a mentally disturbed people. My annoyance towards your asylum keeps bulging, you know ? ", said the cop as he unfolded his arms.
(*Chuckles*) " I'm not that kind of caretakers who would torture the poor patients. Five years back I came to this asylum to get a job along with my friend Rhea. At first we were annoyed by the patients cries, sudden aggression, retarded mind and other things. But we gradually started to understand them and got along with most of the patients, except a few and she's one among them. Our doctor would never allow us to get near a selective number of patients, only a few high level of experience were allowed interact and take care of them. One day, our doctor and nurses went on a leave for festival celebrations, leaving the two of us alone in the ladies ward. Its would be around......4 o'clock , I guess. A series of hissing sounds and laughters disturbed our early morning on-duty nap. Rhea went to check while I unconsciously continued my nap. I heard few talks that became argument and finally a huge groan that shook my soul. My body jerked and I went inside to check the sound. I saw my friend Rhea sitting in a corner with her right hand around her bleeding ear and another hand trying to push the girl's face. Her mouth and hair tips were covered in blood and her eyes were fixed onto Rhea's throat. Her terrific eyes terrified my soul and knocked my down. I stood there blood frozen watching my friend crying for help. But my shivering hands and legs weren't even under my control and I couldn't move closer or farther to them. Thank goodness the securities and the male staffs came inside for help and separated them. Rhea's ear was half torn and she told that the girl attacked her when she stroke a rat running around the cell with a mop stick. She wasn't the same Rhea I knew after that incident and I wasn't either. Our fellow companions would she was a child, mentally innocent and other shits. But that aggression in front of my eyes made a scar, huge one and deep one. So she's just a demon with a flesh and bones in my view. "
" Is there anyone close with that patient ? ", asked the cop.
" Why don't you investigate our chief nurse Latha ? She might have known something about the girl ".
" And where's your chief now ? ".
" In the Kaston village located alongside of the highway. But try not to create a mess as her grandmother would start to play the violin named violence if your words aren't gentle ".
The officer took his vehicle and dashed to the village following the address and instructions given by the lady nurse. Latha lived in an isolated house located a few kilometres away from the city with her grandmother. The place had nothing special and alluring. Bones of dead animals were scattered around the place, the internals of the snakes were squashed over the highway roads and its body seemed like a printed paper over the road. The only soothing thing about the place was the tall trees which prohibited the entry of the fierce sunlight.
" You wanna leave your sweet grandma here and run away with that carpenter, is that what you are planning to do ? huh ? huh ? HUUH ? "