Walking through the hallways of the asylum with his reading spectacles on and his gaze fixed on the leather bound book nested in his right hand, Edward had registered the layout of most of the institution, save the areas that were off limits to patients. Along the way he had passed what seemed like a robotics workshop, a library that had been locked from the outside, and a corridor completely covered in the contents of a powder extinguisher.
One thing that he had remarked himself was that as long as the patients behaved in a manner that only amounted to limited destruction, and no bodily harm, they were allowed to roam in a more or less free manner within the confines of the asylum, some places were still off limits, or had to be visited with one or more orderlies. Examples of this included the kitchen, staff break rooms, storage rooms, the administrative offices, and the gardeners shed. And it was indeed logical to not allow people of questionable mental disposition access to these areas, as some held implements that could cause considerable harm if used in an offensive fashion, and others because it could distract the staff or mess up the numerous records that people had used considerable time and effort to organise.
Still reading his book, with his fine-soled shoes clacking against the tiled floor, Edward continued on his way, finding no reason to interact with any of the other patients for the time being. Perhaps it was time to check his quarters?
