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This is where the most dangerous patients are locked up. They rarely get out and when they do they are either sedated or inhibited from acting out on their twisted wishes. The two biggest cells in this area belong to Cheshire and Aldric.
Scarlette sat there in silence after her singing. It just so happened that when she sang it didn't bother her that the pupper in the next room was a man, but now the song was over and the thoughts in her mind began to roll. She was doing so well, so why was she having such a hard time now? She hadn't heard him the first time when he asked her her name. In fact, the only thing she could hear was the man's voice from that night at her grandmother's. My my my what a pretty little thing. A pretty little thing that I could eat all up.
It kept repeating her her mind over and over again until her nails and teeth got sharp. Then the a stern and calming male voice from the pupper next door came through asking her name. "S-Scarlette, my name is Scarlette, aka Little Red Riding Hood. You can call me Scar though... if you would like. What about you, pupper? What name do you have? Her voice was soft and she tried talking as loud as she could, given her state at the moment.
Her head was down, her hair like a curtain. She had her red hood up and her tiny hands shook as she played with the strings that tied the cape together.