Calik

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's Piano Concerto Number 21 echoed throughout the halls of the damp, decaying asylum as every working intercom speaker expressed the classical music in a static-y haze. Donovan Alexander Rhettsford paced back and forth in the spotless room he had claimed as his own; the room his name was written down for, the last room to not begin peeling and rotting like the rest. The room he had worked hard to scrub for days on end, ridding his surroundings of any speck of bacteria, any form of disease that could possibly get past him. Turning on his heel towards the wire frame bed with straps hanging below that made him twitch at