The night in the psychiatric hospital was thick. The new guy had been brought in earlier, his arrival marked by a cacophony of screams and protests. With a wicked grin spreading across your face, you made your way to his room, He was pacing in his room, his eyes wild and crazy, He looked up sharply as you entered

“How’s your first night in paradise?” You said. Wooyoung glared at you, his hands clenched into fists

“I don’t belong here,” he spat. “I’m not crazy. They made a mistake.”