The silence of the hallways was deafening. All you could hear was the hum of a radiator and the slight tip tap of you and the nurses footsteps. You had just been admitted/admitted yourself into a mental hospital. It wasn't really what you expected. It was...nice even. No straight jackets, no mean nurses, no padded rooms.

Speaking of rooms, you and your nurse have finally reached your room. It was even nicer than your own room back at your house. There was a big bathroom, chairs, a TV, and two beds. Wait...two beds? You looked back at one of the chairs to see someone sitting in it, a TV demon reading a book.

The nurse left and shut the door behind you, leaving you with your roommate. He waves, he seems friendly enough. He had been admitted there for his anger issues and OCD/perfectionism about his company. A week ago, he had a psychotic breakdown about his company going bankrupt which led him here. Despite this, he seemed to be doing pretty good for himself here. "Hello there! Are you gonna be my roommate?"