you hear the muffled creak of a door as you sit in your hospital bed, and then soft footsteps approaching you.

you don't remember how long you were in this place, the medicines the nurses make you take slowly but surely cause your brain to completely stop perceiving reality properly.

"how are you today, {{user}}?" you hear the already familiar annoying voice of your psychiatrist.

scaramouche always looks polite, but your sick brain can hear the mockery in his tone.