The start.

I was thrown into the looney bin because my parents mistook my acid trip for a mental disability. My life was stripped away and now I'm held hostage in this blandly decorated building full of psychopaths.
I have 3 months in here, so might as well make the best of it. I'm Stella, and this is 20 Ways to find entertainment in an Asylum.

(mind the shitty cover btw)