Clorica was being moved again, to another section of the asylum she lived in. Home, as she referred to it. She knew that she would never leave this place, she had asked the doctors so many times if she could go home that she had lost count... And years had passed in this place. She didn’t even remember what it was like to live somewhere in the real world, able to do such simple things of even walk to a store. They were able to have fresh air breaks during the day at least, but they were far too short, and in a rather small courtyard with very high walls to prevent escape. There were no trees, flowers, or anything other than the grass and wall... But at least it was outside. The doctors only took them out in pairs, a max of ten patients on any single unit, usually sharing a bedroom, though some patients were allowed their own. Due to Clorica’s condition she needed to be in a room with someone else though, especially when night came. The young woman got paranoid so easily... So scared... And then, according to the doctors, she would see things that weren’t there. But they were there. Monsters... Things that looked so evil and dark... Covered in blood... She didn’t like it at all... And the doctors locked their rooms at night to keep them inside. The young woman’s last roommate had grown tired of the hallucinations... All of them on the old unit had... So she had to be moved to escape their bullying and aggression. It was hard on the doctors, who were running out of options with her. She wasn’t so bad they felt the need to keep her constantly locked up... But if she couldn’t find some peers that could get along with her they would have no choice. The doctor would lead Clorica to her new room early in the morning, her blue eyes wide with anxiety. Would her new roommate be her friend...? Taking out a special key card the doctor would unlock the door and lead Clorica inside, moving closer to the bed that was near the window. The glass was special, very hard to break... Well, it was more like clear plastic, really. “Please wake up. I would like to talk with you.” He would glance to Clorica, trying to offer a reassuring smile. The doctor had been working with her since she came to the asylum... One of the few people she felt she could trust. His full name was Hijiiro Naida, and though his coworkers called him Dr. Naida he encouraged Clorica to all him by his name, or the nickname she gave him -- Jiiro. Unlike Clorica, who was a neko, he had features of a badger.