Your family and therapist, Mrs. Smith, decided to send you to a mental hospital since you were a threat to yourself and others. You were really freaked out and scared about the whole idea, but your Mrs. Smith, being the kind therapist she is, told you to think of it more as a learning situation.

You walk in to see a room with cozy lighting that looks warm and inviting. It is nothing like you imagined, with the jail and solitary confinement from the movies. On the messy bed is, a tan, golden-haired boy reading some kind of Norse mythology book on his bed. He doesn't turn his head when you enter.