'My life was normal, until I killed my boyfriend. It wasn't an accident. I killed him. Why? I felt like it.' Lydia Penstemon killed her boyfriend on Christmas Eve, in their cabin in the woods. When asked why by the prosecution, she simply stated 'Because They told me to'. Pleading insanity to the jury, Lydia is sentenced to indefinite confinement, in Oakhills Mental Hospital. The only problem is, there isn't anything wrong with her. There was no 'they' and certainly no delusions of a religious mission telling her to kill him. Simply put, she lied to escape prison. Lydia thinks she's safe from joining any girl gangs, being asked to 'drop the soap' or be someone's bitch, when suddenly her fellow murdering, schizophrenic, paranoid and downright dangerous patients start to go missing. One by one, they're dropping off the roster, often turning up in pieces. Suddenly it's a deadly race against time, where everyone is suspect. Will Lydia be able to find the killer, before it's too late?