Clink, clank—the sound of chains dragging across the floor was painfully harsh as a young man with a sickly pale face walked through the corridors of Arkham Asylum in ankle shackles.
Under the watch of two guards, Dilite silently entered the "welcoming and hospitable" Arkham Asylum after a psychiatrist diagnosed him with severe schizophrenia. His other personality, The Batman Who Laughs, possessed extremely violent tendencies.
That was only half true. The Batman Who Laughs was indeed a madman, but Dilite had far more than just one split personality.
At that moment, although the young man appeared calm, his mind was already in complete chaos.
His body moved like a walking corpse, but Dilite's soul had arrived inside a medieval castle. At a long, lavish dark-red dining table, Dilite grabbed a circus-clown-like figure and desperately shook him by the neck.
"Fuck, this was your plan?! Getting me thrown into Arkham Asylum?!" Dilite roared at The Batman Who Laughs.
The Batman Who Laughs's neck suddenly split apart as though he had been beheaded, and his head rolled across the floor. Yet the head still smugly said to Dilite, "Isn't this what you wanted? A place where you can eat your fill without working! I guarantee Arkham's food is far more nutritious than the takeout you order."
"You fucking idiot!" Dilite seemed immune to such suddenly gruesome sights. He kicked The Batman Who Laughs's head away, then slumped over the table and sulked.
This castle was Dilite's soul space. Or rather, a dreamlike place he had imagined.
Living here were Dilite and his other six personalities.
People might not believe it, but Dilite was not only a schizophrenic patient—he was also a transmigrator. At least, that was what he believed. Otherwise, how could he know about Arkham Asylum, Batman, the Joker, and things