We Always Come Back...

In the dead of night, the forgotten halls of Dark Haven Asylum echoed with something new—laughter. Not the kind born of madness, but triumph. The patients, long silenced by cold steel and colder stares, had risen. With keys stolen from trembling hands and minds sharpened by years in the shadows, they overthrew their captors. Orderlies locked in their own cells, doctors pleading for mercy they never gave. Now, the asylum breathes under new rule—its walls no longer whisper secrets, they scream freedom.