[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#99ccff]Iris Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/dc0c085c14a954810f05858115ada690/tumblr_mhfzxa17I41s4v93wo1_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building[/center][hr][hr]Like some sort of demonic marionette, Cynthia did a little bow, exclaiming the next morbid saying that came into her head. Iris' heart broke for her, however. Cynthia didn't scare Iris, though she knew that perhaps the girl should have. She more seemed a little broken. As Cynthia exited her office, Iris rose to her feet, meeting her with the orderlies at the door. 

[color=99ccff]"If you could, please escort her to her room,"[/color] Iris requested. Some of the patients in the halfway home were free to roam as they pleased, without needing an escort. But Cynthia appeared to be a more dire case. Exercising a bit more caution certainly wouldn't hurt. As the idiom of Iris' father's homeland went, Cynthia was out in the west. The woman was broken and abused, delusional and just a little insane. 

Iris followed Cynthia's eyes, seeing the news report about a massacre. She sighed a bit internally. Her brother would panic if he saw the news--he always did when something happened in Justice, needing to be reassured that Iris was safe and secure, even if she was nowhere near the scene of the tragedy. But she returned her attention to the report, making a mental note of Cynthia's description of it. Valentine didn't refer to the lovely consumerism of hearts and roses--it was blood and massacres. An odd comparison, to say the very least. 

[color=99ccff]"Thank you,"[/color] Iris nodded at the orderlies, before heading to the nurses' station. She picked up Cynthia's file, and returned to her office, shutting the door as to not be disturbed. Yet the contents in the file were anything [i]but[/i] disturbing. Cynthia's prior treatment had been at Shady Pines Ward For The Mentally Insane in Indiana. She had been subjected to electroshock therapy and lithium, as if the asylum had shunned modern medical advancements. 

Iris tugged on her hair, turning through the file as she continued to read. Cynthia had been incarcerated for murder during her senior year of high school, with the conviction overturned ten years later. The more Iris read, the more horrified she became. She was quite aware that corruption and malpractice existed in asylums--but this was inhumane. She tucked her hair behind her ear, reading through the rest of Cynthia's treatment history. She had been transferred from the institution in Grimm to a halfway house in Seattle back in the fall, and had personally requested a transfer to Justice. 

But what sparked the move to Justice? Iris frowned deeper. Something unsettled her about all of this. The identity of Valentine had been superimposed onto Cynthia--but she could not find anything to explain the kinship with the murderous saint. Closing the file, Iris turned to her computer, preparing to do her own digging. Her first move was to email the staff in Seattle, requesting any information as to where the name Valentine had originated from, assuming she could not find answers in the file. And then, she would begin researching the events that had occurred in Grimm. To treat Cynthia, she would first need to understand her.