Among the Cracked

It is said that being admitted to an asylum is a process that in and of itself can cause madness. Having no eyes at the time, I can say that it might or might not be true. The scents are as bad as any hospital, a mix of feces, blood, and cleaning chemicals that probably aren't healthy to be near.

"Welcome to the Breaker's." the doorman said. "Like what you see so far?"

I turned my empty eye sockets toward him and opened the lids.

He swallowed.

"Don't mind him." Madwoman Madame Doctor Thuria said, "He took out those eyes himself. Thinks they'll be growing back."

The doorman forced a thin chuckle, but we kept walking. Oh, we as in four of us. The doctor had found another victim, a young woman named Kossa who had attacked guards when they tried to stop her from stealing food for her family.

For the most part, Kossa hadn't talked, other than to ask where she was being taken and when she would be released.