Prologue

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"Rain softly pattered against the buses foggy windows as it careened towards the outer part of the city. Carrying a class of high school students on a field trip. They were excited more or less. Field trips from their crappy school were rare. The city was rotting, corrupted. Full of dishonest politicians and foolhardy leaders. Enough money and anything was possible. And now the buses jorney ends. Grinding to a stop in front of Asylum X. The shelter for some of the most evil and vile souls. Definitely not the ideal place for a field trip. But this is where our stroy begins. Behind the bolted doors in a  stock white room and the soul it holds inside.

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