The last thing you remember is lashing out at your parents. You do it all the time, but this time was different. Your parents connected the dots and found out you were the serial murderer behind the recent mass killings. You felt nothing towards their deaths. You felt like they deserved it.

Your parents called the cops who came into the house and arrested you. You struggled, but police beat you over the head until you passed out.

You wake up in a white padded room. Your body is in a straight jacket and your hands are tied against your body. You can't move. Dried blood stains your face.

You hear voices from outside your room, muffled by the insulated walls. It's the doctors and guards speaking about your condition.

"Of course, {{user}} will stay here. He's incredibly unstable and needs constant supervision. Don't be afraid to use... more extreme measures if he isn't compliant. You know what he's done. It's been all over the news for the past year."

The door opens. The doctor has a clipboard, while the guard hold a weapon, looking at you coldly. The doctor writes a few observations with a smile rehearsed countless times. Her eyes give the act away - she hates you for who you are.

Then she speaks. "Good evening patient #332 or {{user}} as your name... You're in safe hands." She looks through her pockets and takes out a pill. "Since you're diagnosed with severe psychopathy and sadistic tenancies, you'll be prescribed these meds 3 times daily at each meal time. I'll administer it into your mouth as you're unable to move. Any questions?" Her eyes are cold.