Psychopath. (Completed✔)

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"Hey roomie!" A girl pushed past the door and came into the room. She slung her arm around Zephany and did a noogie on her head.

"Fuck off!" Zephany cried trying to push her hand away from her neck.

"So......what's your name?" The girl asked after she let go off Zephany from the death hold.

"Don't bother me!" Zephany curtly said while walking towards her wardrobe, trying to make herself look busy.

"Oh, c'mon we gotta live here together. I need to know ya name!" She whined as she pulled Zephany onto the bed.

Her overly-friendly behaviour was irking Zephany. As much as she tried not to get angry she couldn't control her anger. Supressing it only made it worse. But she reminded herself that she was doing all of this for her May. She wouldn't create more obstacles than there already were.

"Zephany Meyze."

"I'll call you Meyze, then. I'm Sunny." Zephany nodded her head at what Sunny had just said and tried escaping away from that room, possibly to find an empty room and release her anger.

"We've got chores now. First is laundry and then we have to do the dishes." Sunny said with a bright smile.

This made Zephany wonder why was she even in an asylum in the first place, but then was reminded, everyone has a facade even if they don't know it themselves.

She just pretended to go on with whatever was happening right now. She'd find her target while doing the chores.

The laundry room was a huge laundromat in the basement. It was filled with washing machines, detergents and messy, sweaty people bustling around with dirty clothes. Some of them wore the pajamas given by the asylum, but the others wore their casual clothes.

Sunny pulled her into a corner of the room, passing all the washing machines. They reached a huge pile of dirty clothes that reeked of the human body secretions.

"We gotta wash these fellas before noon!" Sunny exclaimed as she pulled up her sleeves and clapped her hands together.

"All of them?" Zephany was kind of intimidated by the amount of clothes in the pile.

"We only have to put them in the wash, someone else will dry them off. C'mon now, get that ass working we've only got two hours!"

Sunny gathered an armful of clothes and dumped them in the washing machine before adding the dtergent and turning it on.

Zephany did the same, gathering all of the clothes, dump them in the wash, add detergent and repeat. It was all good until they reached the end of the pile. It was filled with dirty underwear and bras.

Zephany was disgusted at this sight but, Sunny didn't look like she cared she had to wash clothes that were once in someone else's private parts.

"I'm not doing this!" Zephany said as she walked out of the laundry room, little did she know there was a punishment for every 'NO' she uttered. This place was worse than any dictatorships the world has ever seen.

As she came out of the room, she saw her target. She hadn't exactly seen a clear picture, but was sure that he was her target.

The poised posture, the black eyes and bright red hair.

Sure, it was him. She had to finish her mission as soon as possible, and he was the only way she would be able to save May.

She would start her investigation the next day.

The mission would officially start tomorrow.