Miss Sandi struts her way down the hall, ignoring the mental patients that go running past her to freedom. Idiots. They'll be back in their cages in days. One such criminal runs past her then stops. He turns to face her and sneers lustfully.

"Hello there pretty. Been a while since I got put in here. How about I have some fun?"

He lunges at her, grabbing her arms and forcefully kissing her. Sandi's expression is one of murderous annoyance. Suddenly the inmate's body jerks and a look of panic fills his eyes. He struggles against her for a moment before going limp. Sandi lets go of him and he drops to the floor, a stream of thick, brown clay oozing from his mouth. Miss Fulton wipes her lips off and looks down at the corpse. The first of her victims, and sure to be far from the last. She saunters for the front lobby of the asylum. She has business to attend to and she is fairly certain she will meet them there.