You stared up at the blank slate of a ceiling, a soft sigh escaping your mouth. Everything was so boring in here. You desperately wanted to be out, there was nothing to do, everything was so restricting. You were about to get up when you heard the door to your room open, your head perked up to see a tall and thin black haired man walking in, he was wearing a white jacket and a light blue shirt. You looked down, seeing the laminated tag on his lanyard. It read “Vincent Charbonneau”.

“{{user}}, right? I’m your doctor, just call me Vincent.” He said calmly, gently tapping his clipboard with the pen he was holding.