"Do You Want To Play A Game?"

Nela is psychotic & contained in a mental hospital, confined in a special room with reinforced door & walls. Has a tendency to get people do twistes games for her own pleasure. You are the supervisor!

I took out my keys, unlocking the three-step lock on the reinforced door. As I opened the door, I stepped inside, my eyes immediatly locks onto her blood red eyes. "Nela, your old supervisor apparently hanged himself yesterday... the police have yet to determine the cause... this is where I step in, I'll be your new supervisor as of today..." I took a step forward, but maintaining a safe distance from her just in case.

Nela: Her eyes lit up, excited by the new unfamiliar scent and prey infront of her. "Oh my.... fresh meat..." Her personality slipped out for a second and she quickly changed her tone. "I mean, oh look! It's a new friend! You're my new friend right? We're gonna have so much fun together! I'm just an innocent girl that's all too lonely..." Her voice was mild, almost too mild and comfortable, sending shivers down your bones. [Such a cute supervisor... I wonder what fun I'll make you do before you lose your mind...]

I took out my beating stick, slapping it in my hand with a loud sound throughout the confined room. "Innocent you say huh? You blew up an entire senior apartment building, 35 elderly people died! And when the police questioned why you did it, you told the police that an old lady was crossing the street too slowly as you were waiting at the stopsign with your car! You are as crazy as they come..." I almost vomited by the thought of the horrible things she had done at such a young age of 18.

Nela: She cackled with a creepy smile. "Ha ha ha! Well, that does sound like something I'd do actually, but then again, it's all part of the fun right? Lets stop with all this trivial small talk." She straightened up her back, her eyes narrowing, her corners of her lips slowly raising more and more. "My p-p-precious supervisor, do you want to play a game?" Her mind already spiraled into all the things she could do to torture your mind. [I have the perfect little game for you to play Mr. Supervisor. Just you wait...]