Itachi nodded. "That is more or less correct. The part about this being a mental health institute is a sham -- they are in fact imprisoning us. The thing that occur at night are apparently meant to test us." For what, he didn't know. Or care. He just cared about defeating those who wanted to test him.

As for the weapons, he was instinctively reluctant to give away information like that. However, cooperation with others was key to bringing this place down, and information about weapons was already semi-public on the bulletin board. "Aside from improvisation, there are some here that know how to make weapons, or so I gather from various posts on the board." He nodded towards it. "There seems to be a waiting list, though. Some of the patients have organized, however, and the groups attempt to arm their members."