At the clinic, Penny learned why. The barber, a man named , was less a hairdresser than a figure from a nightmare. His hands moved with mechanical precision as he shaved patches from patients’ scalps, muttering about keeping their "neurological pathways clean." His face was hidden beneath a surgical mask, but Penny noticed the scar on his neck—a jagged 'X' shaped like a dagger’s hilt.
On , the asylum thrummed with tension. Nurse Ratched announced a "special therapy" for selected patients. Penny watched as the barber herded a trembling girl into the clinic, the girl's head shaved bare. "This is a mind made healthy by the Code," Ratched declared, gesturing to the girl, now catatonic. mylfwood 21 11 28 penny barber nurse ratched xx
Mr. XX led the charge, guiding patients to freedom through the boiler room. As they fled into the fog, Penny glanced back. The dates on the clinic calendar now read , the red marks blotted out by water (or perhaps blood). At the clinic, Penny learned why