"Frisk couldn't believe what she was seeing. She knew the asylum was understaffed and a lil old but... This was a little much. Especially seeing as she seemed to be the only certified doctor in the staff. This was going to be harder than she thought..."

"Frisk sighed as she began to de-robe the outfit she had been wearing all day. She couldn't help but ache to be free of them. The shower was basically beckoning the fragile woman. Her soft, pale skin urging for the hot water to caress her body."

"Cracks and lines grew around the walls like out stretched hands. Reaching for the roof, tickling it's wilted and dried paint. It almost hurt to look at. It wouldn't be uncommon for someone to look at such detail and grit their teeth."