Alice White

I used to be a normal woman, bright, popular, grad student in botany, and then the dreams came. Now every morning I wake up in a different cell and a different straitjacket. If I'm lucky none of the ghosts come find me. It's been I don't know how long, and I'm about to give up. I have trouble meeting anyone's have now especially if they're angry. It's best to hide. These restraints are really tight and it's hard to breathe.

She is lost in a labyrinthine asylum of the dead. She wanders barefoot through the abandoned halls avoiding the ghostly patients and horrible doctors and nurses. Every morning she wakes up in a straitjacket and must try to escape again before anyone finds her or the chain-snakes bind her tighter.