Veleno sat at the table quietly, staring at the white wall in front of her, lost in her thoughts. Ever since she had been put in the asylum, the thing she was doing most was thinking. Thinking about what had happened. It had all just happened so suddenly, one moment she and her father had been yelling at each other and the other her father got an accidental scratch and was dying. It had went so much faster than before, too. As a disease, the venom would last at least a day or two, but her father and mother had been dead within an hour. Her mother had tried to conform her, hugged her, but when she had tried to push her away Veleno's nail scratched onto her mother's skin and not much later, she was put in her grandma's house.

She looked down at the table, where a white sheet of paper was lying in front her. On the paper was an unfinished drawing, of a woman peacefully sitting between the flowers, smiling. Next to the drawing was an eraser and a pencil. Veleno sighed and picked up the pencil, continuing with the drawing. While she was busy, one of the things on her mind was how she could only wish she was she was as peaceful as the woman she was drawing. She had never liked her power, but after what happened to her parents, she hadn't felt good again anymore at all.