Greenwich

Introduction

Here at Greenwich we accept all peoples in need of a safe haven to recover. From the innocent to the guilty, the young to the old, the criminally to the mildly insane. We do not discriminate here at Greenwich, we throw all of our patients on the same halls and in some cases the same rooms. You might be thinking that our method of recovery does not match that of the rest of our country's asylums. And to that I say, "Maybe you belong here with the rest of us." We have housed patients ever since 1789, so you could imagine the history that has came through those doors and touched these walls. When one of our patients die from old age, beating, or being stabbed to death we dig a hole and throw them out back. Here at Greenwich Mental Health Asylum we never run out of staff because our staff are the patients. Dr. Teuful had a philosophy when he created this place. He stated that the only way to rehabilitate the insane is by allowing them to live in a way that they so wish it and even living with them. Dr. Teuful lived upstairs and enjoyed every moment of being on the grounds. However, the government didn't agree with his philosophy even though he knew it would work. The doctor urged and begged them to allow him to go along with the experiment in a location that was out of the way and uncharted. As you can see they finally agreed. Unfortunately, Dr. Teuful's long wife, Evona Greenwich, died three years after the completion of this establishment. Fourteen years after that, the doctor completely shut the asylum off from the rest of the world. The records of this place stop 259 years ago when the forgotten doctor died at the age of 93 in the year of 1849. No one escapes from Greenwich, not that it isn't possible just simply no one does or even attempted to escape. That's another thing, we don't have any visitors, it is almost like whoever comes here is simply forgotten. Every patient is marked by their Level of Insanity these levels can range from minimal to severe,however, there is only one patient with a level of his own, "Incurably hostile." We lost his real name with the rest of the records and he is so far gone that he cannot speak English anymore. Well, Mr... Daniels, was it? I will let you go and interview the other patients, after all, you only have three days with us.