"So how did you end up in this place?" A boy with bright red hair with a eyebrow piercing above his left eyebrow and tattoos covering his arm questioned me. "Uh.. It's a long story." I replied, stuttering in between.
"We'll it seems like we will be in this asylum for a long ass time and you'll probrably need someone to talk to, so you might as well tell me." The boy exclaimed.
"What's your name?" I asked. "My name is Michael, Michael Clifford. What's your name shy-boy?" He asked me.
"My name is Luke... Luke Hemmings."
