We are lords over a savage land.

— Gabriel —

It’s my senior year at the Asylum. After this, it’s either college or padded walls for life.They say fake it until you make it, and I’ve gotten really good at faking it.Well, I was really good, until she came along.A blonde transfer student with a sharp tongue and a superiority complex makes me want to see her insides.They call me a sociopath, a maniac, unbalanced.

But here, I am king.

Repent your sins and beg forgiveness, baby girl.

Prayers won’t save you from me.

— Avery —

I never expected my parents to deliver me to this hellscape.They want this place to cure me, to make me into a good girl, to save me from starvation.An arrogant creep with dead eyes made me his target instead.He’s sick and twisted, and I’m tired of his games.He says he’ll stop if I go with him to the basement, to the place forbidden and kept under lock and key.

Everyone knows, though, you don’t go down there and come out alive.