The Frenchman roamed the dark hallways of the asylum, basically hiding in the shadows. It seemed that nobody ventured over into this area, so this is where Christophe stayed the most. Throughout his stay here so far, he hasn’t meet many patients at the facility. He pulled out a cigarette (one of the many that he smuggled in here) and took a puff. He slowly exhaled, sighing as he did so.
Isabelle saw the light glow of the cigarette in the shadows and was reminded of her uncle back home, and immediately took a step back from it. The soft puff made her yelp, the unexpected sound scaring her.















