Johnni

Naples, Italy. The City was chaotic and stressful, but so beautiful and lively. There was nothing quaint about it. In one direction, you were looking out over the beautiful Bay of Naples. In the opposite...you were glaring down at the urban sprawl. Though it was considered a famous place for things like historic hotspots, the home place of pizza and the Catacombs of San Gennaro,  It also suffered a reputation as a dangerous City. There were pickpockets everywhere on the city center and the crime rate was steadily on the rise. Sometimes Johnni questioned why she'd ever allowed her aunt to talk her into moving there for work. She knew that she was more than protected underneath her father's power, but the environment surrounding her made her feel uneasy.<br><br>Tucking a few strands of stray hairs behind her ear, Johnni clutched onto the files that she held underneath one arm. Her eyes scanned the vicinity of the ward as her feet guided her across the stone flooring in swift movements. The walls within the Maddalena insane asylum were pale and uninviting; the recycled air stale and cold. She had been working there for four years now and still couldn't get past the musky and damp odor of the building. The building should have been condemned in her opinion. No one deserved to eat, breathe, and sleep in a place like this - not even the mentallyderanged.<br><br>"Buongiorno,bellezza." The janitor spoke. His left hand was clutched onto his broomstick and the other clasping the handle of a dustpan. He was a tiny middle-aged man, no taller than 5'3 she assumed. A very lively one at that. He held a certain regard for Johnni; most would say an infatuation for the woman. "Buongiorno, Angelo. I hope that the night is treating you well." Johnni offered him a soft smile.<br><br>"My night would be much better if you let me take ya' out on a date sometime, doll face."<br><br>"In your dreams, Angel." She laughed softly, sauntering across the hallway to her patient's dwelling. Room 201. This one didn't have a name, but he was listed as a high risk patient and a peril to society. Curling her fingers around the cold doorknob, she opened the door and crept inside slowly. J'adior heels clacked against the tiles of the small room. It was filled with absolute darkness and silence before Johnni's index finger flipped a switch on the wall. Luminosity sprung to life, though the light was a pale yellow and somewhat dim. The furniture in the room was old, sheets tattered and the chairs coated in dust. This was unsuitable,even for them. Glancing over to the center of the room, she noticed