A Madhouse diary - straykids fanfiction

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Entry No1:
Nam Y/n
01/10/000
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The building walls were freakishly tall and scaringly white, not a single colour in sight, looking around as you were escorted down the hall you noticed how there were bars on the windows and almost every single thing that could've been sharp there was not.

Weird.

You've heard once somewhere that , that's how these places are, to keep people safe but last time you checked on humanly scales , keeping people safe didn't mean restricting them from colours, like– they were stripped from most if not all their rights so what was the point of this now?

Now changed into  a weird midsommer cultlike dress , you were sat down in a cube room with only two white single sofas and a brown round coffee table in the middle , thank God there's  atleast some colour in this entire place

"Hope you like the place so far y/n" said the ma. in a doctors' coat as he entered holding a pen and a clipboard to his chest before taking a seat.

You've met him before, or atleast you think you have, maybe at the police station once you were brought in or maybe he had those familiar faces and was just a random npc.

He looked like he was in his –late thirties?He wore some Harry potter circle glasses and there was nothing more to him other than the fact that he was cute (no) he looked pretty average.

"This is your first of many sessions here with me y/n" he said after a while of silence "as I'm sure you've been told the night of  misfortune brought upon you, that I'm only here to help and can only help if you let me"

"When will I be able to leave this place?" You asked and he let out a small laugh at your question "You haven't even spent a night yet and you want to leave already?"

He smiled at you adjusting his glasses "I'm afraid you won't be out for a while, not while the killer is still out there probably waiting for your return" the doctor explained and a frown found its way onto your face

"And what if he's in here?" You asked causing him to crook an eyebrow at you "I assure you anyone in here isn't much of a threat ... well to you than to themselves... you won't be seeing those who are a threat to others as you only have excess to the 1st,2nd and 3rd floor, simply going to the 4th floor would be stupid of you but rest assured no one from there will be able to harm you"

"Y/n? , y/n!, can you hear me , fuck y/n open your eyes"

Your name is Nam y/n."I'm not sure what happened but she isn't deathly injured just get her out of here now!". Daughter of wealthy  Korean diplomats. "She's the only one we found alive, she seems to be in shock with a scar or two but she'll be alright"—sorry. Daughter of deceased Korean Diplomats, Nam junwoo and Kim Hyerin.

"We aren't sure if the killer will be back or not, but to be safe we'll have to send her to the camp, it's the only place she'll be safe" Nam jiseok , your uncle spoke on the phone as you were sat on his office chair staring outside numbly.

"I can't send her back North, if I do that there's a chance my family will get discovered too, it's the camp or something else ... sending her north is a risk I'm not willing to take." You're Nam y/n , the Daughter of deceased North Korean diplomats that escaped to south Korea a few years before having you and you are patient 143 of stayzone a camp for different varieties of the mentaly inclined.

And you now counted as one of those many students.

"Mom?" You called once you entered the mansion from your day out with friends , you let out a scoff as you heard some muffled voices from your parents study, that's where they always were if they weren't at work or outside "Y/n-ssi" one of the house helpers said with a kindtone