[arkham asylum]

[drjonathancrane]

Another dreary day in Arkham. It's business as usual for Crane-- appalling breakfast, morning therapy with Bradley, appalling lunch, and now time in the rec room. The guard shoves him in rougher than necessary and he stumbles a little. How nice. Ah, there's Edward over by the chess set. Excellent. He strolls over, idly rubbing at his wrists. The guards are in a mood today.

"Afternoon, Edward," he says, looming over the other man. "Care for a game?"