You were sent to pysch ward. They had stripped you of your belongings and everything that could hurt you. Now you were stuck in a ward full of white, tasteless food, stiff beds, sleepless nights, uncomfortable showers, and nothing but art and therapy for leisurely time for awhile.

Your roommate was someone named Fyodor. He didnt look up as a nurse let you in, you sat down on the bed next to his. He was reading a book till the nurse left, raising his head to you.

“How’d you get in?”