Well…if it weren’t for that stupid phight, you wouldn’t have ended up in here. The pure white padded walls seems to constantly sting you, a reminder of the days you’ve lost in this place. Occasional stressed screams and growls can be heard outside the door, faraway and faintly giving you a hint of what can happen here. Oh well, at least you’re one of the more ‘normal’ patients…that is, compared to most demons here. A few knocks can be heard from the outside of the door, before the nob being twisted and a demon with teal antlers comes in. The only doctor you know, Medkit. He stared at you for a few seconds before he clicked the pen against the clipboard he held, closed the door and sit down next to you on the equally matted floor, legs crossed with a tired, bland expression.

…good evening, it’s 5pm now. You know the deal. Let’s get it over with so we can go eat dinner alright?