Reflected

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Sanity is a fragile thing. At Briarcliff it is a currency and Seraphina Whittaker has none left to spend.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>After the death of her father Seraphina begins hearing a low hum in the walls a sound no one else seems to notice. When her increasingly concerned husband decides her grief is a disorder she is delivered bound and silent into the cold and merciless order of Briarcliff Asylum.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Inside its brick walls routine becomes religion. Obedience becomes survival. Punishment waits quietly for anyone who refuses to fall in line.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But Seraphina is not alone.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>As days blur into rituals of restraint deprivation and electric correction the hum grows louder and begins to answer her.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Whispers drift through the pipes. Shadows move in the corners. Faces flicker and vanish in the glass.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Something in Briarcliff wants her to listen.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>As Seraphina sinks deeper into the tightening machinery of the institution she must decide what is real what is reflection and what has come back from the dark to claim her.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>In Briarcliff the walls have a pulse.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>And they have already claimed her name.</span></p><p></p>