She'd just recently began to commute to the small city for work after hearing about the Asylum that the neighboring town over had. Its facilities intruiged her. Called to her. So she found her way there, found herself working in a hospital, which for her was a feat in itself considering her phobia. To help with the commute they rented an apartment... which she often found herself alone in.

The apartment had little more than a bed, a few newly bought pieces of furniture and a picture frame. Vibrant faces with smiles so wide most people would have to take a double-take just to make sure they're real. In one room there's a desk, newspaper articles scattered across the floor with pictures attached to each one. There's paperwork and documents and crumpled up junk strewn across what used to be a neatly organized room.

Calli sat there staring at the research papers, documents and medical journals all staring up at her with facts, and numbers and information that to most people wouldn't make one bit of sense. Brown strands of hair crept across her face creating shadows that hid the tired expression on her face. She had her lifes work in front of her, staring at her. Cases of patients and documented sessions. A wide array of psychological disorders and medical articles that she'd written herself and published, and nothing helping her get any closer to deciphering or unlocking the mystery of her own ailment.

She sighed and reached a hand out and spilled all the papers on her desk to the floor with exasperation. Tired. That's what she was. But being tired wasn't helping her get any closer to any medical breakthroughs. No. Not one bit. She needed to dig deeper into the heart of her work.

"I guess that's why I'm here after all.." she chuckled to herself, her exhaustion was getting the better of her now as she spoke out to an empty room. She walked to the window of her top penthouse apartment and stared over the city below. She watched the people like ants below. They wandered the streets quietly while she stood there in her apartment alone, her light blue eyes flickering with wariness. She shook her head and turned away leaving behind a disaster of paperwork to clock in to her new job. The hospital. The staff. The patients. They were all waiting for her, and so was that Asylum. It waited for her to get enough courage to bring herself down there and continue her work...