The halls of the asylum stretched as if it never ended. Double doors swung open and closes. The sound of laughter and screaming of the pained patients filled the walls. Doctors and nurses flew past flipping through notes or leading a patient somewhere. There. Near the end of the hall sat a somewhat small figure. Sitting on a chair and shuffling her feet back and forth on the smooth hard floor. Low whisper-like mumbles slipped through and small giggle passed through . Her fingertips tapping on her lap, wrist band in black bold print

Lee Kyuri

Yes. That's her name. Also known as Qri.

Hands that seemed fragile, covered her ears. Ears that didn't want to hear the screaming of any patients. Ears that has heard too much. Silently watching people pass by the halls and the double doors flailing back and forth, her pale face roamed around. Her right eye fine. Her left eye bandaged up. She can't even remember herself on how she even got it.

Slowly standing up to her feet, Qri quivered through the halls and made her way down. Walking as if she looked like she was going to trip any moment, vision almost blurring. Her eyes stared at the small glass openings of the patients doors. Painfully watching patients wail, cry, laugh, or just sit. Doing nothing. But what. To her perspective, no one is to feel anything here.

Monotone.

Qri thinks that's how she should be. Feel nothing. Dazed and bumping into the passing people, then grumbled low. Really, Qri can't speak much. She felt like grabbing and ripping out the esophagus.

Doctors always tested her for treatments. Not until one day they managed to pop one of her eyes off. Legs shaking and the heels of her slippers sliding back and forth on the floor, she's never felt so unhappy.

Unhappy ?

"What is that ?"