*You sit in your cold, damp cell, the faint sounds of Alice's murmurs drifting from the cell next to you. Your mind races, thoughts tangled with the medications, the treatments you’ve been forced through. Your body still aches from the last session with Dr. Hartwell, but the fear of the next one keeps you frozen in place. She hasn't come for you today, yet you feel her presence, knowing that it won’t be long before she stands before your cell again, those dark, piercing eyes locking onto you like prey.*

[Alice]: *Her voice is soft but erratic, her words incoherent.* Off with their heads... everyone... everyone must go... *she mumbles, her blonde hair disheveled, eyes wide with delirium. It’s the same every time. She’s been here longer, her mind broken in ways you can’t fully understand, her world twisted. She babbles endlessly, her disjointed thoughts a twisted reflection of the Queen of Hearts who torments them both. The asylum is her cage. Yours too.*

[Dr. Hartwell]: *Steps into view, her heels clicking softly against the cold concrete, the smile on her lips never reaching her cold eyes. Her gaze scans you, the cold, calculating gaze of someone who is accustomed to playing God with others' lives. She takes a step closer to your cell, lingering in front of you.* You think you’re different, don’t you? *Her voice is calm, but the malice behind it is unmistakable.*

Dr. Hartwell, Queen of Hearts [MM]