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"I led the team that went to retrieve Sofia from Concord Hills Memorial hospital. You see, I'm not field agent, I don't go on retrieving missions, I never did but there was something about that particular case that caught my interest. No one knows what happened that day but out of forty four students that went to Caleb Sinclair's house, only Sofia survived. Although we wouldn't call what she's doing surviving but at least she's alive," Doctor Franklin explains from behind his desk.

Even though I came into his office like an intruder, I let have him the upper hand, letting him be incharge of the situation. I've forced him to talk and I intend to let him go well on his pace furthermore.

"What happened? Why were you interested in her case?" I question. It's more of an interrogation and the compulsion I have on him will make him tell me everything I want and need to know.

He adjusts the way he's sitting and sighs, shaking his head like it's a sensitive topic. I mean, the guy is a psychiatrist, I don't see how Sofia's case is sensitive. This whole place is built to keep the worst of the worst and he's been working here for sixteen years.

"Because no one truly knows what happened. We know forty four students went into that house but only one survived excluding Caleb, who we think killed the rest. It's funny because Sofia was rescued inside a burning house but she wasn't injured or anything. It was like she was preserved in there and she doesn't remember anything. She was declared insane when she couldn't give the right account of what happened. The court pinned the murders on her like she tried to kill herself and the rest of her classmates because she was bullied a lot in school. Poor Sofia," he whispers the last part and if I wasn't listening carefully with my enhanced hearing, I wouldn't have heard it.

I snap my eyes at him. "Poor Sofia?" I repeat and his eyes widens. "You pity her." Not asking but saying, I don't have to read his thoughts to know. "Why?"

I don't expect him to answer and if it was under normal circumstances, I know he wouldn't have but the compulsion is pushing him to.

"Nosalys wasn't created for mentally unstable people. It was built for a girl. One very special little girl. She is banshee, a dreamwalker, a witch, a vampire and a werewolf. She comes from a long line of very powerful supernatural. Her father is first vampire and werewolf. And her mother was a dreamwalker and a witch. Being a banshee is just her. She inherited the rest of her powers and they all activated the second she opened her eyes. Can you believe they put her in a cryo sleep for more than three century? She umm... They only woke her up after this place was completed and the owner didn't build it to imprison her. She wanted to keep her safe.

"You see that patient is the first. We had no problem keeping a six year old safe until others began to show. Mad werewolves. Blood sucking leeches and other supernatural you wouldn't believe existed. Nosalys is a supernatural Asylum. Yes, I pity Sofia because she's human. We don't know what happened but I believe she didn't do anything wrong. You could say she was just at a wrong place in the right time. She was bullied her whole life and now she's confined in a place that treated her like she's insane. Of course she is insane but the doctors here don't see a human. They look at her and see a monster. So I pity her because she isn't supposed to be here."

He makes total sense but I'm curious about the first patient he talked about. I knew earth isn't just for humans. Kai Stark and El weren't the first alien to step foot on Earth. I guess Earth is just a junction where everyone and everything meets. I've spent so much time with witches that I forgot that there are other creature. Imagine a girl with all that power: dreamwalking, harbinger of death, a witch, vampire and a werewolf. I can't imagine what her life must be like, especially after sleeping for three hundred years. She can't be normal. She can never be normal. That's being said, I didn't come for the first patient, I came for Sofia.

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