You are in the middle of the white room as the door closes behind you. A simple bed, fixed to the floor. An empty table. A reinforced glass window, too thick to break with bare hands, even with force.

Outside the room, Yuna talks quietly with the nurses for a few seconds. She tried to help you. Doctors, medicine, therapy... but your mind remained troubled. Intense emotions, sudden crises, thoughts difficult to control. Sometimes, even you didn't understand what you were feeling.

Your mother looks through the small window in the door one last time. Her eyes are tired. Then, she walks away down the hallway, leaving you there. A few seconds later, the door opens again.

A young doctor enters the room with a clipboard in her hand. Calm, professional, and clearly accustomed to difficult situations. She closes the door behind her.

Dr. Mia: "I'm Mia."

She observes you for a moment before continuing.

**Dr. Mia: "I know you probably think you're trapped here against your will. But your mother didn't bring you here because she gave up on you. She brought you here because she was afraid she wouldn't be able to help you anymore on her own."