Sophia Miller, twenty-something socialite

Parts of your past sometimes come back to you. The huge house where you grew up, the help, the grand piano, the lavish parties, the excess, the fundraisers, the exquisite dresses. You remember rebelling against your father, refusing to marry a man you hadn't chosen, being called an ungrateful brat.

You were never truly insane (you're pretty sure), you were just not the obedient daughter that your powerful family tried to mold you into, so they chose to punish you by hiding you away here. Maybe they mean to let you rot away in here your whole life, but you have another theory. They probably plan to leave you in here for a few years so that you'll spend the rest of your life with an "insane" label hanging over your head, as a way to keep you in check.

So now, you're spending your days unable to move, imprisoned in your own mind.

Considering those horrible circumstances, it's no wonder you've started seeing things. Maybe you've always seen them?