Strix-13

A cell in Arkham Asylum. White padded walls. The light seems to emit from everywhere, making the white room glow garishly. In one corner a thin man sits, his arms wrapped in a straight-jacket; he has vivid, wild green hair, face as white as chalk, shockingly red lips curved into a rabid grin, and wide, blood-shot eyes. I’ve been here. Far. Too. Long. (pause) This place is usually quite fun y’know, pulling the odd prank here n’ there, maybe pulling the leg of a guard… I remember killing one before, doing just that. Oh that was a hoot! (laughs madly) I was sitting in the TV room, cos the psychiatrists thinks it’s ‘