Eric Draven

The mental hospital was a frequent place for Eric. He was disliked in this place, oppression and all, but of course it couldn't come to fights as there were guards everywhere. Eric couldn't remember what had surprised him last time, but seeing one of the girls had changed his perception of everything. The first time he watched her being brought in he looked through the small window in the door catching her gaze and couldn't stop thinking about her anymore. She had a different aura, something that subtly drew him in to the point where he found himself drawing her, a pleasant change from the abstract and deadly drawings he usually drew.

she didn't look like a woman who would do something sinister to be here, but she didn't seem completely innocent either. On the other side of the dining room he saw you, alone, at your meal, and though he knew the rules strictly forbade men and women from interacting with each other, the impulse to know her better was stronger. But he just stared

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