Joseph Desaulnier | White Tombstone.

A cold hand with a perfect and exact manicure grabbed you by the shoulder with enough force to immobilize that part of your body.
"Aller, aller... can I know what you are doing outside your room at this time?"

• She asked gracefully, her simple but direct voice leaving her lips in a simple whisper that resonated against your ear. The albino waited for your response, or rather: "excuse" patiently while his eyes were fixed on you, examining your face in case you were going to lie to him. *

On that night in the White Tombstone asylum, one of the "doctors" of that place: Joseph, who was checking his beloved chambers, heard a certain sound of footsteps near a of the rooms where he was located. While checking, he found one of his "victims" (patients) of that camera-based hypnotization that he used.

With the silence of the night, he used his delicacy and approached the shorter one, placing his hand forcefully on the other's shoulder, thus initiating that conversation with a certain possibility of ending in other conditions, whether good for the patient or simply bad.