After My Stepsister Drove Me Mad with Poison, I Became the Asylum Director

[Transmigration | Western fantasy | Fake System | Adoptive-sister angst | Dystopia | *Madness and Civilization*] I transmigrated into the body of an asylum director who had been poisoned by his adoptive sister. We both want to save ourselves. I’m not insane, but I have to pretend to be insane in the most rational way possible. The people locked up in the asylum aren’t necessarily mad. True madness flickers atop the civilizational tower that defines madness. Madness is death already arrived; we are all dead people out on parole. “We are timid and weak, greedy and old, and we speak out of turn. I look around me, and all I see are madmen. Everything seems diseased. The end is near.”