[h1][b][i][color=39b54a][center]Felix Hausten[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center]Location: Justice Asylum [/center]

It didn't take long for the uber to stop off at the Justice Asylum, allowing Felix to grin as he observed it from his window, quickly making sure his driver got paid before stepping out of the car and dusting himself off absent mindedly, a bad habit some would call it. He waved the uber goodbye as he cracked his neck, taking out his wallet and his notebook as he began walking towards the main entrance of the asylum. 

This was an interesting occasion for him. He'd only ever been in an asylum once for a short visit, and he never wanted to go back and do that visit all over again. But this girl, she seemed interesting, a good subject for writing. He patted the ceramic knife in his pocket before grinning to himself, clapping his hands together and walking towards the entrance with a strong smirk on his face. This was going to be interesting that was for sure.

He arrived at the reception and smiled at the clerk and stood up straight, trying to be as formal and professional as possible "Hello there, Felix Hausten, I'm here, hoping I can have a small meeting with miss Cynthia? I believe she is an inhabitant of this facility?"