"They were always there I suppose."
"What were, (Y/N)?"
"The whispers." You said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
It was always exciting when someone new came to the mental hospital. Today it was not only one but two. One was extremely tall and needed a hair cut. The other was slightly shorter with a cocky little smirk. Instantly the whispers started, but you were trying to keep it to yourself so that you could get out of this hell.
"What are the whispers?" he said with an almost scared look crossing his features.
"I guess you will find out. Everyone does in the end just before they leave." Great now he thinks you are a murder nice going. This won't take long. "So tell me what do you hunt and how long have your parents been dead?"
"Wait, what?!" He was shocked for a moment just a moment sad.
"Father was recent, huh? Good riddance abusive drunk." You were definatly testing him this time. At least it gave you some entertainment.
"Who are you? How did you know ...