Wonderland Asylum - The Hare

The laughter could be traced back to a strange man, who seemed both attractive and fearsome. He sat in a small corner, even though he could have sat on a bed if he so well pleased. There were small hand prints in his red blood all around the walls.
"March?" There was a mature yet feminine and helpless voice coming from the other side of the wall.
"Yes Harte?" he asked her kindly.
"I'm the queen of this wonderful place…so why do they try to poison me?" she asked, a thick British accent flowing through her lips.
March Harris said nothing, staring at his small, bare, feet.
"March?" the woman murmured unsurely when no answer came her way. "Did you go out again?" she questioned, unsure if the strange lad had zoned out and went on one of his frequent crazy rampages.
March jumped a bit, as if coming out of a trance. He looked around for a moment, as if to access his surroundings, before speaking once more. "My Queen, I do not think they mean to poison you! They think they are helping! You are new here…You have only been here three days." He told her, standing up to place his hand over the hand print on the wall, watching in peculiar wonder. "Today, when all of block B has a group session, I'm sure more will be explained."
"Group Session?" Harte Rouge, the newest member of the asylum, asked timidly. "Why have I never heard of this?"
March shrugged, even though he knew she could not see it. "It only happens once a week, dear. Every Thursday!" Suddenly, there was a crackle of an intercom turning on, and Mr. Harris smiled with amusement.
"Attention all Block B residents. We are sending orderlies to your rooms this very moment. The doors will be opened, and you will head to meeting room 506 immediately for group session." With a click, the intercom had turned off, and the sound of footsteps littered the floor.

This is where our story truly begins. We haven't met them all, but they all form together. And this story starts with the Group Session mentioned just moments ago.