Cold sweat runs down your forehead as you begin to panic. The room is white, empty besides one bed. You’re in a mental hospital. One where you surely don’t belong in. But it’s not like anyone would believe you… The doctor enters the room, his red eyes staring callously. But there is a forced smile on his lips. A facade. He steps close to you, grabs your arm and raises a syringe he’s about to inject. “Your wailing won’t bring you far. No one believes a lunatic.” He chuckles emotionlessly.