One of the guards gestured to a seat which Rose placed herself in. The two of them stood behind her chair, only a second away if they had to be. The room was filled with a circle of inwards facing empty chairs, well, almost all of them were empty. An older boy, with rather vibrant hair, was sitting in a chair to her left, seeming to be slightly displeased with the presence of the guards. She briefly considered saying something, but what exactly would she say to him? Hello, welcome to the asylum, full of smiles and joy? The description was laughable to most, although Rose was sure it existed somehow. But, unknowing what to say, she bowed her head and let her white hair fall in front of her face.