Reaching the top revealed a hallway -lining it doors- walking by each Petty noticed that each had apparently not used for a while, dust and grime covering them. As Petty neared a centrally situated door, the smell of sulfur and parchment filled the surrounding air. A quick look over of the door betrayed it’s use compared to the over doors. This door was being used quite regularly. Giving the door handle a test turn revealed it to be locked, crouching down, Petty looked closely at the lock and cringed.

Solid steel and lapis spine darts….not today! Wouldn’t want to disturb…

Bringing himself back to a stand, Petty dusted himself off and carried on down the hall. Reaching a large door he stopped. This door wasn’t fully closed like the others, pushing it slightly Petty entered the room.

The room Petty found himself in was largish and at the far end he could see a balcony. Walking over to the balcony, Petty looked out to discover it overlooked the Graveyard. The moon was high in it’s apex and bats fluttered, flirted and chattered through the air. Regarding the Graveyard below him, Petty placed his arms on the balcony rail and leaned on it, his head in his arms.

Such a large graveyard, bigger than that of Moorgate……."What happened to those creatures, people and souls that didn't quite equal those races we have today?" he said. Could this place have been for them? Even being different doesn’t deserve harshness, I am different, I was treated harshly, but good once…is that what being different is all about? Ill treatment? All these questions and emotions, I wish I remembered my parents, my real parents, my family I remember, but they were not all as I was, but we were the same some way…..wish I could remember! What happened here? Could I understand? Do I want to hear? A lot of questions….wonder if that creature can answer any of them……She is different, not as a species I have encountered before…..or perhaps not, I’ve seen people her height, size, build before, I don’t care not what she is, I want who she is, she is a person not a thing.

Running a hand through his flowing hair, Petty rubbed his temples.

What do I know so far…..Creppy brought me here, to an Asylum bell tower, which homes a big bat. The Asylum is old, inside is a creature of unknown race, female and very protective of this place. There is a lot of cells, cells normally mean a punishment, so does punishment take place in the cells or in a designated room? I am not sure I want to find that room right now….There must be a reason for me being here! What is in that room? parchment from the smell.. "explore at your own risk. Just stay outta my room" then she must live here, but not mind my presence, so far…

Petty returned to his survey of the view from the balcony…

Turning and descending the stairs quietly, Karli made sure each step was faint enough to still allow her to hear even the most faint whisper of the wind as she went. One resident had already attempted to push her down the stairs and although they hadn't attempted that stunt since, she still wasn't willing to let her guard down.

As she hit the bottom landing in the foyer, she peered about before casting a dissatisfied look at the ancient worn carpet beneath her feet then began across the room to where she left Fatale. As she neared the desk she felt a familiar pressing sensation against the back of her skull. Peering up slowly, it was to meet an only too familiar gaze.

"You again," she whispered to the albino raven perched upon a dusty old paper weight.

Bowing its head, the raven closed its eyes slowly then began to sway its head back and forth as though enjoying some otherworld music a concerto or movement. As it swayed, it would occasionally open an eye towards Karli quizzically as though wondering why she herself hadn't begun the same.

Sighing, Karli closed her eyes and swayed slightly, she hadn't cheesed this foul creature off yet and today like most others she wished to avoid it.

As she stood there rocking from side to side, Karli began to hear the faintest of all whispers. Furrowing her brow, she tried to concentrate harder on the noise while also remembering to continue the sway. The voices grew and the gentlest melody of flutes and winds began to back them up. Struggling with some urgency within her, Karli was abruptly brought to by a mind cracking bark by Fatale.

Her eyes flying open, Karli noticed the Raven was gone. Within moments fear settled into the pit of her stomach and she was dashing up the stairs after the stranger.

Petty watched the bats fly as he wondered where that creature was, if it wasn’t watching him. A cold breeze made its way around the room, at first Petty would put it down to being outside, but it was a different, unearthly chill that came from within, not outside.

Petty turned about after hearing faint whispers just as a book struck Petty against the side of his head. Reeling back from the blow, Petty held a hand up against the source of the growing dull pain. Bringing his hand away and looking at his fingers, he could see well his own blood. With a grumble Petty rubbed his fingers together until the blood was removed. Peering down at the splattering of blood on the floor, then to the book, he sought the corner that had done the damage. Petty grumbling again slightly, paying no heed to a slight grating sound of concrete on concrete on the roof of the asylum above the balcony.

With all the fury she now felt over these damnable episodes and the uncanny visitations of the raven, Karli spun about the top rail of the stairs, tearing towards the only door that seemed ajar at the time.