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Ivory Brand

Ivory looked at the girl who had commented on what she had said. An interesting way of putting it, she thought wearily. The girl gave her a look over so Ivory did the same. The girl had white hair, the total opposite of her raven black hair. She was quite the doll, Ivory noticed. Though she didn't care much. She wasn't up for any boy girl intimate interaction so nothing about the girl's appeal bothered her much. This was murder therapy. She longed to learn what her fellow criminals had done to their victims. She had stabbed hers. Drunk, high, and out of her mind.
One of the other patients had a bleeding wrist. Ivory noted her sore wrists as well from the metal digging into her skin. She glared at the men before her servig as doctors. "So when does the experiment begin?"