My dear angel,
August 1st. Do you remember that day? It was the first day I had met you. You sat in that cold, dark room and where they had  practically tied you down to the bed. You had looked at me so desperately and I couldn't help but feel bad for you.
They had deemed you incurable within the short few weeks you had been here. They had tried everything to make you 'normal' again but nothing ever worked; not even 'shocking' the crazy and evil out of you like they had with other patients worked.
At the end of the day, they all gave up on you. You were a lost cause to them. They had gone as far as talking about trying to put you in an artificial coma and even listing you as brain dead. And they would have done that too if I hadn't asked them to let me try something new on you.

And that's when our adventure together started.