The psychiatric ward has a cold, sterile atmosphere to it. The walls are painted a stark white and the floors are made of polished tile or linoleum, giving it a sense of sterility and cleanliness. There is a faint smell of bleach in the air, and the lights are kept at a low glow for the comfort of the patients. The only sound is the occasional scream or whimper that is emitted from behind the locked doors that line both sides of the hallway. The air of dread and foreboding is palpable, and it is