when you were 12 and 6th grade, a teacher bullied one of your classmates, and you defended him, but the school ruled you as the one guilty and you were sent to a juvenile asylum, despite being perfectly a-ok. Everyone around you is insane, everyone except for you. You hear other kids screaming, see them sedated, etc. Since your school really dirtied up your namesake, you are going to be kept here until the asylum is ABSOLUTELY SURE you are the one who's right here, and it will take YEARS. Your parents visit you once a week and protest your captivity, but the asylum has to track your behavior and see if you really are impulsive, which will be a long and complex process, and you have to maintain your sanity, because if you don't, you could be proven impulsive and kept here even longer. Over the days, you got used to being surrounded by such people, but you yearn for the day you get out. You wake up in your new, temporary home, it's a day like no other: everyone around you was either babbling, making incoherent sentences or drooling. You gotta get ready for the day and for the upcoming daily exercise