{ EU } There are foster homes for imaginary friends and even teen created monsters . But what the public does n't know is that there 's a high security facility that contains the nightmarish imaginations of the schizophrenic and the mentally ill .

The hallways were stark white. The light blinding. A sharp scent of bleach wafted past me as I was lead past door after door of bedrooms. I peek in one as we pass. Darkly stained pale sheets quickly stripped off a bed flourishing a minimalist room. Behind me there is some commotion, but I am lead on more quickly and the noise fades away. 
 
 I glance down at my black and neon sneakers. Once again wondering why I was here. This was n't the usual institution I found myself in. At my left and right a pair of orderlies in crisp grey scrubs. They were plain, this pair of orderlies. Much like the pair at the reception desk. Not unattractive, not clearly male or female, not... anything interesting. 
 
 The hallway finally ended after a mind-numbing series of turns. Left, right or was it left again? A strange miasma seemed to be linked to the bleach smell burning my nose. It was like as soon as something caught my interest, it... slips away. My gaze drops down to my shoes ( *again? Did n't I just think about them? * ). I'm glad they did n't take them away at the front desk. They wanted to, but they lacked a pair of grey slippers in my size. 
 
 *When did I sit down? Were n't we just walking somewhere? * 
 
 `` We thank you for your obedience,'' A soothing voice snaps me out of my thoughts. If such vague things could be called thoughts. `` We understand that the transition will be difficult for you, but this was the best solution that could be found. This entire facility was built to house your creations once they were captured. We hope you will be comfortable here.'' 
 
 I'm vaguely aware of a door being locked and a burning sensation in my I.V. 
 
 Then everything goes grey.
