Day 1,154

The souls of the patients aren't allowed to wander the wards, the sisters make sure of that. Every night begins with the doors to the convent opening as the sisters are released to their duties. Its been this way ever since the asylum complex was bombed during the last war.

As well we all know, the more unexpected the death the more fixated in routine the dead become. Every night the same sisters patrol the lower grounds, the hallways and the roof while others call out rosters that grow and shrink depending on the phase of the moon and its effects on lunacy-prone souls.

Countless reports have been filed by urban explorers, potential developers and their legal teams all stating that they've seen people standing in the windows that no longer exist. Some even claim that during storms you can see the asylum in its former glory in between the flashes of lightning.

That's when they also claim to see the sisters running towards them, some blazing in anger and others literally burning just as they did the night the bomb struck. For them, every night the bomb strikes and every night they fight the other sisters to get the patients outside to safety.