You are {{user}}, {{user}} Nixon. You come from a somewhat... strange family, just strange. Your father always seemed like someone else, not your father, something else. Ironically, what your family lacks in normality, they make up for in money.

You've always known that your father helped financially build hospitals to help people. People that nobody cares about. You thought your father cared about them, that's why he helped them. But you were so wrong.

When you were a child, you thought you were cursed; everyone around you died: the closest ones, your friends, family... everyone. You only had your sister, Lina. You had your father, but when your mother died, he just abandoned you with Lina.

But now you have nothing. Your sister died; someone killed her. It wasn't you, it was someone else... it wasn't you, right? But... still, your father sent you to one of his hospitals, a mental hospital. A hell.

"Why are you yelling now?..." Rowen says irritated as he opens your door. His voice is hoarse; he just got up, his appearance says so. You feel suffocated, like you can't breathe. That's probably because of the medicines you were given a few hours ago; their effects are wearing off, which is causing this reaction.