Silver Heart (Present Day)
The closet was a huge walk-in that was the same size as some of the studios here in New York. It was lined wall-to-wall with outfits for every occasion by brands I had only seen on TV. Some of the fancier outfits had real gems sewn into the garment.
Ignore the urge to steal to get by… I do NOT need a crazy cult after me.
I spotted my backpack sitting across from a floor-length mirror. It sat next to a simple folding chair that held my mended and washed clothes. They were neatly folded as if they were worth as much as the designer brands. Someone wanted to make a good impression.
Does anyone care about me? Or do they want to win my favor because they think I'm some 'king' creature? Whatever, not like it matters. I'm going to get far away from this loony bin.