Blossom sipped her caramel macchiato greedily as she swiped her ID card at the time-stamp machine infront of her, groggily stepping inside the state-of-the-art building known as Townsville Mental Hospital.

After yesterday, she would never be the same again. Blossom had dark circles under her eyes for lack of sleep, courtesy of the events yesterday. She felt a chill on her spine as soon as she tried to remember.

Blossom sighed as she passed the guard stationed at the entrance with a not-so energetic wave.

"My, aren't we energetic this morning?" sarcasm was laced in every word. She looked at the guard and sighed.

"I'm sorry Terrence, I'm just not in the mood today" Blossom stopped and found the log book on a table and started to write her name.

"Course! I ain't a fool! Weren't you da one who saw that nurse's corpse first-hand and had been around police and media all day, yesterday? Why didn't you find another job? Why'd you stay? Didn't expect ya to be a brave one" he questioned.

Blossom's eyes darkened.

Blossom was tending to a patient in Ward 9 when her safety bracelet/watch started to blink in rapid succession. This watch was only used for the worst case scenario aka when the patient was out of control, so nobody touched the big red button and those who pressed it for fun would get fired immediately, no questions asked.

She quickly got out of the room and heard the emergency siren and a voice on the speaker.

"CODE RED, I REPEAT, CODE RED IN WARD 13, ROOM 9. CALLING ALL DOCTORS, NURSES AND GUARDS, PLEASE RESPOND IMMEDIATELY. THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL", The voice said loud and clear.

Blossom had been the closest to Ward 13 so she quickly dashed along the corridors, finding the unlucky Ward.

She stopped running when she saw him getting out of his cell. She quietly backed away and hid.

What could she possibly do to an insane murderer that has escaped and-OH MY GOD! HE HAD JUST KILLED RHEA!--He was holding her foot in his right hand, dragging her body along the hallway like it was nothing.

She had covered her mouth to stop her gasp when she saw Rhea's lifeless face, her neck was twisted, broken. Her face was pale-white, her mouth was open and the maniac didn't even bother closing her eyes.

She was probably grasping for air, looking at him in her life's final moments. It was utterly brutal.

No one deserves this kind of death.

Blossom watched in horror, Rhea was a friend. A good friend.

Silent tears had stained her cheeks.

Adrenaline pumped inside her and she didn't know what she had done until she had done it.

She screamed as she had gotten out of her hiding place and ran towards him, undeniably crazy and before the man could react, she had slapped him across the face and prepared for her own death when he looked at her, dead in the eye.

But instead of death, the man had chosen to tend to his right cheek with his left hand.Blossom had backed away when he inched closer, a wicked and disturbing smile was etched across his face.

His crimson eyes stared intensely at her pink orbs.

"Hold it right there!" the sound of guards and the clicking of guns. One wrong move and the sick bastard would die.

He shifted his eyes and snarled at the men. Blossom had used the distraction as an advantage and ran towards the guards.

"Oh my god, Blossom, are you alright?" one of her co-workers had hugged her as she was too stunned to speak. Her gaze fell back at the red-eyed monster and she was shocked to see him staring right back at her.She was sent home after giving statements to the police and refusing to talk to the media reporters.

She couldn't sleep, couldn't eat. Couldn't stay focused that night.

"I'm here to quit Terrence" she showed him her resignation letter. "This would be my last day here" Blossom quietly walked towards the office.

Of course Blossom was here to resign! She was crazy to have even come here in the first place to hand over her resignation letter when she could have just texted her supervisor.

As soon as she stepped inside the office, her supervisor sighed. "Handing in the resignation? Well, its not like I expected you to stay...staying here would probably mean dying. You can leave the letter at my desk Blossom. Have a nice day" she said, not meeting her eyes.

"You're not resigning? Miss Bellum?" Blossom queried before she leaves the door. Bellum looked back at her with a sad face.

"The people in here, they can never live like us. Their mental incapacity damaged their minds. Their humanity was taken away by traumas and they can never find peace in the society outside where they are seen as lunatics. This hospital is their last hope to get back out there as a new man. I studied for this Blossom, I won't let my fears get through to me" Miss Bellum had always been so passionate about this job, she also had nerves of steel.

She had been the one to calm the demon down. The menace they labeled murderer, the Red-eyed Grim Reaper, the Bludgeoner, the Crimson Death, the Blood Monster.

To everyone, he was an insane murderer, a lunatic with blood lust, but he was actually a victim. Inside Townsville Mental Hospital, he was a traumatized patient who was undergoing therapy.

Blossom felt a deep pang in her heart. Was she cruel to deny him the life he wished to live? After all, when he was sentenced for the cold-blooded murder of three- now, four- women. His lawyer defended his criminal insanity, indeed he was responsible but he was also a victim of trauma. He was deeply hurt.

The court favored his lawyer's case-much to the dismay of the victims' families- and let him undergo therapy, here in Townsville Mental Hospital.

Was Blossom being rash? She did after all wanted to be like Miss Bellum and save these people but there was only so much she could take.

No, she should accept this challenge. She must stay, against her better judgement.

Confusion entered her mind, an almost foreboding warning that she will never be truly satisfied by her decision.

I'm sorry Miss Bellum, Blossom thought and let her fears run loose. She was just human after all.

Blossom placed the letter in Miss Bellum's neat mahogany table. Silently, she opened the door and got out.

Burying her memories from yesterday, she glanced once more on the infamous building, walking away.