Ange liked this girl. She seemed to be very knowledgeable about all that was going on with this place, but something about her also seemed very different, something that he couldn't quite place. When she offered to help him escape, he nearly busted his seams with excitement. Finally! Someone in this wretched place who hasn't gone completely insane from all of the messed up forms of torture that they claim is actually 'help'.

Ange watched her walk away and he smirked, slowly slinking off into the shadows of his own room. He waited for time to speed by and waited for 'dinner' to come quickly, and thankfully for him, it did!

He found himself walking to the cafeteria, humming a little French tune his parents used to sing to him as a child. He took his precious time, not wanting to be there too early lest he beat the strange girl to the cafeteria and end up having to sit with all of the crazed patients who'd lost their minds in this damned place. He'd rather spend his time with her, as she seemed to have her head on her shoulders still.