My comic is an exploration of mental health. Set in a Victorian style mansion, ivy encroaches the house and its residents. A passer by enters the house and discovers a letter in the vestibule addressed to Ella. Intrigued, she follows the trails of ivy that lead her to Ella and her own fate.

The mansion was never inviting.
Except for that one night.

When the warm light drew her in,
The door was already open
As was the letter, laid bare to read.
Who is Ella?
The vestibule drawer was full of mysterious things
For instance locks if hair!
What kind of place is this?
As she climbed the staircase she heard a familiar sound.
the snip, snap of a scissors
‘How desperate they must be’, she thought.
And for how long have they been here?
The upstairs corridor had endless doors on each side.
opening up into rooms with rows of bedridden patients.
It was like an epidemic.
However, in one of the rooms she saw a glimpse of hope.
As she passed the beds she picked up the files on the end of each one and read the details.
She then came across Ella’s file.
How could she help Ella? Was the trails of ivy helping the patients or feeding from them.
On the bed next to Ella’s a small stem of ivy grew from a braid of hair.
So she took out the scissors and cut it off.