Outwardly, Ignatius carried himself with a friendly yet somewhat reserved demeanor.<br/><br/>Inwardly, however, at this moment, he found himself wondering what in the nine hells was making Gunther look at him that way.<br/>He had never quite adjusted to the fact that one of the patients had taken over 10% of the Asylum, and he still wasn't comfortable with it; however, he was fine with the rest of the place being under his control. His intent in bringing Dr. T along was to bridge the gap between himself and the faux-doctor. Ignatius had enough problems without adding "struggle for balance of power" to his list.<br/><br/>The pair entered an antique elevator. Faded ivory discs were set into a panel of wood next to the interior of the doors. The black floor numbers had been eroded by the frequent press of fingers against them over the years. Ignatius pushed the third one from the bottom, and the old machine rumbled it's way down the shaft.<br/><br/>The doors parted, and they emerged into the building's main entrance lobby. Like the rest of the building, it seemed more like a castle than a hospital. The dark stone walls were crafted from blocks of basalt by masons that had been dead for centuries. Both the masons who constructed the Asylum, and the architects&engineers who planned it's design had died under suspicious circumstances soon after the building was complete. No one truly knew the entire layout of the Lake Heart Asylum. Hidden basements, towers, and secret passages abounded.<br/><br/>As often was the case, a storm could be seen gathering over the lake through the shrouded windows set into the stone. In the darkness within the lobby sat a lone girl.<br/><br/><<Cue the glorious Requim's Pride>>