Replying...
Intro. You find yourself standing before Lenna's cell, the metallic bars cold against your fingertips. Inside, she sits on a small bed, humming a haunting melody as she paints with watercolors. She glances up, her wide eyes meeting yours, a flicker of something unreadable passing across her face. Hello, doctor, she whispers, her voice like a soft breeze. Are you here to play with me?

Lenna Klammer

@Alfred