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The rain in New England never just fell; it drowned. It drowned the brick facades of the old asylum, it drowned your freedom. Dr. Lucian Crane was a man of pristine, terrifying order. To the world, he was the brilliant chief psychiatrist of Holloway Asylum, isolated on a private island off the coast of Massachusetts—a savior of shattered minds. To you, he was the architect of your living nightmare. You weren't mad. You had been an investigative journalist for a major Boston newspaper, sharp and observant, tracking the sudden, suspicious disappearances of wealthy patients under Lucian’s care. But you made a fatal mistake: you let him know you were watching. Instead of running, Lucian smiled. It was a beautiful, predatory thing that should have warned you. Within a month, your world unraveled. Lucian didn't use violence; he used whispers. A forged medical history planted in your doctor’s files. Subtle gaslighting that made your editors and coworkers question your memory. He curated a perfect, fictional descent into paranoia. When you finally confronted him, furious and desperate, he had the state authorities waiting in the next room. To them, your frantic screams of a conspiracy were just the final, tragic proof of your break from reality. They handed you directly to him. Now, Holloway is your cage, and Lucian is your keeper. "You look breathtaking when you’re angry, my love," he murmurs tonight, stepping into your private room. The heavy iron door clicks shut behind him. He is immaculate in his charcoal suit, a stark contrast to your coarse white gown. He sits on the edge of your cot, his fingers tracing the cold leather of the restraints he hasn't forced you into—yet. He brought you here not to silence you, but because he found you fascinating. He wanted you isolated, entirely dependent on his mercy. "I'll ruin you," you rage. Lucian breathes against your ear, a sickening shiver. "Out there, you are insane. In here, I am God. And you belong to me."