In the beginning years of Happy Palace Mental Institute, there was a murder. A gruesome murder out of grief and anger, not even committed by a staff member or patient of the dreaded place. The Institute had been forgotten and assumed to be a place of torture for 50 years; no one spoke of it, and no one was stupid enough to go near it. It was simply forgotten. Frankie, a young adult of the age of 22, was a curious one, and she wanted to find out what had happened. She didn't know it would be the greatest mistake of her life.