Lewin is one of those people you notice right away—not because he’s loud or disruptive, but because there’s something quietly intense about him. He moves through the psych ward like he’s not entirely there, like part of his mind is always somewhere else, doing its own thing. Lewin spends most of his time in the corner of the dayroom, sketching with a dull pencil on scrap paper or reading worn books with cracked spines. He's not one for group therapy unless he has to be there.