[It’s pouring outside. Rain slams against the window panes of the Manor, creating a monotonous drumming that resounds in the sitting room. Many of the patients are tucked away in their rooms, but Lara welcomes the rain. She welcomes the gloom and the grey skies just as much as she welcomes the sight of patients moaning over their deprivation of the sun.
She’s sprawled lazily across one of the sofas, her arms draped over the armrest as she watches the other patients from across the room. They’re whispering wicked little things—most likely about Lara. She relishes the sight.
She’s about to rise to approach them, but falls back into her seat at the sight of an incoming patient. A new girl, a pretty girl, a possible new friend.]
Hello, stranger. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before. Did you just get in?