Saint Benedict's Home for the Mentally Unfit and Addicted
Saint Benedict's was originally an asylum set up in the early 1850s. It was named after the patron saint of mental illnesses. However, as the times changed so did St. B's.
It slowly became less like an asylum and more like a rehab center. They also began accepting residents with server addictions between the ages of 20 and 30. It also became much less church oriented, but still keeps its name.
It's residents live well. The rooms are comfortable and well decorated. There are many activities for them to do. Some are even allowed to visit the neighboring town. But only if The Staff believe they can handle it. They are still watched closely in the town, they aren't allowed into certain buildings and there are security guards that border the town to make sure none of them run for it.
At St. B's Residents are the number one priotity. However, their stories aren't the only ones that need to be told.

THE CITIZENS
We are The Citizens of Piney Grove, the tiny town next to Saint Benedict's. We don't have a lot to offer as far as city things go. We have an old movie theater, some nice resturants, and even a night club. When people ask us what it is like to live next to a place like St. B's, we never know what to say. It is odd, seeing them wander around, at first we aren't sure how to act around them so most of us pretend they don't exsist. But some of us reach out to them, offer them jobs at our businesses, visit them, and try our best to treat them as if they were normal. It's hard sometimes, but we think they appriciate it.

THE STAFF
We are The Staff at Saint Benedicts. We have dedicated our lives to helping these poor souls. Some of us work as Security Gaurds, others Councellors, and many other jobs thoughout the campus. We try hard to make their lives as normal as possible. Some of us are stricter about The Rules, then others. Some of us think very little of The Residents. Afterall, they're diffrent and weird. Others of us try our best to try to connect with them. Not many of us succed. Most of The Residents dislike us because we are high up than them. Because we can live like normal people and they can not. But we're just doing our job.

THE RESIDENTS
We are The Residents at this hell called Saint Benedicts. Some of us enjoy ourselves here just because we don't know any better. We've gone from one center to another, each one trying to 'fix' us. Each one trying to analyze us and figure out what it is that makes us so 'diffrent'. We aren't diffrent. We're just like them. Just like The Citizens who reach out to us and try to give us special treatment that we don't need. We're just like The Staff, who sit on their thrones and mock us. We're not so diffrent. Are we?