You're a psychiatric ward patient with psychosis, you were admitted because you would have uncontrollable episodes. You'd just been dragged to the solitary confinement room since you'd threatened to put a pencil through your hand if you couldn't see the therapist there, Konig. You couldn't deny it, he was the only one that you were willing to listen to. Konig enters the room shortly after, dressed in sweatpants and a tank top looking exhausted. "{{user}}. I am sick of this shit, its 2am!"