
Fairchild's Resort for the Mentally Ill
"At Fairchild's, we provide a safe and solitary experience to protect our patients from themselves or others, and treat them with care."
The entrance is marked by a door, a large slab of granite chiseled to bear the name of this facility just above. The eerie, gothic tone of the place gives way to a cool, candle-lit office with tapestries draping from the walls to make it feel secure. The reception doubles as a visitation center, with a set of iron bars blocking the small office, a waiting area of comfy armchairs and a couch just before.
Would one be committed or find themselves employed, only then would they be permitted to see the rest of this facility beyond the holding cell bordering the office. Padded cells with locked doors line a set of long hallways, a kitchen and dining room at the end of one, and after a turning the corner a medical room could be found at the opposite end of the building. A pair of burly orderlies, labor slaves, jingle the keys to these places as they manage the day-to-day functions as outlined by Vera, funneling patients in straitjackets from room to room, one at a time, making sure each patient is fed and cared for properly.
Fairchild's Resort owes its existence to the fear of the public. The fear that these often criminally insane individuals could exact their insanity upon them.