Yolanda had been lost in thought for the entire trip to the asylum. Her hands remained clasped together, feeling as if they were locked in place. She only barely registered that the van had come to a stop and the engine had cut off when the doors were thrown open and she was pulled from the van, the orderlies once again yanking her arms behind her as they guided her forward.

Dressed in a simple white singlet, dark jeans and boots, Yolanda appeared normal enough - if her appearance could be deemed normal. Her hair was a bleached blonde, almost white, that matched her pale skin. Her dark eyes appeared almost black in contrast, giving her an extremely eerie appearance. The main thing that drew the eye, however, was the large tattoo that peeked out from under her singlet. A centerpiece of a bovine-esque Devil with spiraling horns sat at the base of her neck, overseeing a battle between an angel and a demon as shadowy hands reached up towards them, flames licking at the sides. 

The orderlies led her into what appeared to be some kind of recreational room. There were a few patients, most keeping to themselves. The orderly to her right gestured excitedly at her as he grinned at another stationed at what looked like the medication bay. She frowned, squirming in his now loosened grip, but the other simply held her tighter.

Yolanda took the opportunity to study the other patients present. They were as she had expected, mostly just shells of human beings. One, however, seemed much more alert than the others. A man with blue eyes. She studied him silently as the orderlies chattered, ignoring their duties.