Namjoon P.O.V

It wasn't that hard for Namjoon to get into the hospital. The doctors seriously had to do some more background checks. Namjoon's mission was successful so far the only thing left was to not attract attention towards himself. Hopefully no one gives Namjoon a second thought.

Namjoon's case was easy enough might take a week at most but it wasn't something he hadn't done before. This was his career now and he wouldn't change it. He helped people he supposed but something about working with the supernatural gave him a sense of freedom.

"This is the dining hall, where you'll eat three times a day." said the doctor snapping Namjoon out of his thoughts. Namjoon slowly nodded making it seem like he was afraid. After all this was a Rehab Mental Institution.

Namjoon hadn't seen anybody outside yet. He wondered how their living conditions were. Probably really bad judging from the looks of the place. This job is hopefully fast, he's getting to tired of all this undercover stuff.

"This is your room and you'll be having a roommate. Please contact me if you need any help or ask any nurse. Group meetup is at 5:30 and dinner is at 7:00 don't be late." said the doctor.

Well damn that's how it's going to be, okay.

? P.O.V

I remember the first day I came to this place, I could still hear the ringing in my head as I came closer to the building. Some patients looked pale and dead like, now I understand why. The food here tasted like plastic and the amount given to us patients was just a handful. All the elderly were kept in the lower levels of the building, the younger patients were kept in the south ward of the place. I was kept in the 'Dark hall' as most like to call it, made me laugh every time I heard those two words. Those words make me feel special, I love it.

I walked towards the unoccupied bed that was on the right side of the room, there was no bed sheets. Just a mattress and a stain of blood, how comforting. I smiled at the memory of cutting the flesh and watching as the blood dropped onto the mattress while the screams became my song of comfort. I looked over at my own bed and frowned, why does it look so white and clean? No, that's not the way I like it. I slowly walked over to my bed and reached for something under the mattress, you would think a place like this would have higher security. Bitch you thought, this place is filled with crackheads that can't even clean for dear life.

I looked at the small piece of glass and smiled dearly at it, how long has it been? I looked down at my wrist and scrunched up my nose. I looked over at the metal door and waited for someone to rush in to stop me. That person never came, I looked down at my wrist and then at the piece of glass. I pressed the glass onto the already marked skin and let out a moan of pleasure at the sensation of the skin being opened. I watched as blood dropped onto the mattress I let out a sigh of relief as the blood stained the white mattress. Now that's more like it.

I went over to the 'Sink' and washed away the blood on my arm. I heard loud banging on the door. I sat down at the end of the bed and looked at the door with a small smirk on my lips. Who came to play with the devil today?

Namjoon P.O.V

Namjoon opened the door slowly, cautiously always on high alert. He stepped inside and looked wasn't a lot to look at in the first place except maybe two beds and a drawer. On one of the beds there seemed to be a human shaped lump of blankets. He assumed that that was his roommate and didn't bother to acknowledge his presence.

"Could you close the door,"said the lump. Oh man holy shit that scared him.

Namjoon closed the door and right after that he heard a very soft thank you.

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