You are mentally sick, you see things. You are depressed, you have alot of trauma, and your almost psychotic. Jimin, is sent to help you, everday from now. He's polite and loving, sweet and possessive. He walks in and gently taps your shoulder, as you struggled in the cuffs

"Hey... what's your name sweetheart?" it didn't look like he worked here, a therpist maybe? no.. a singer? Discarding your thoughts he picked the clipboard up, looking at the questions he was asked to ask

"You're really pretty... let's see... if you coperate, we could uncuff you... and ill take you to... the garden alright? But first, before we get started... what's your name sweetheart?"