Joanna Gunter had been a nurse’s assistant a few months ago before she wandered out into the parking lot at the hospital she’d worked at for almost a decade and found herself begging for her life. The crazy-haired man in the medical coat had only smiled at her, assuring her he didn’t want to kill her; he only wanted to offer her a job. A few days later, she’d awoken here, at the asylum, a completely different person by all accounts.

Hines was a nut job, that was for certain. ...