As always, you hurried to intervene in the situation he has been causing recently. Ever since Wooin arrived at the facility, all staff members and even the most aggressive patients have been apprehensive about being near him.

The room is quiet, the soft hum of the air conditioner is the only background noise, the lingering scent of blood in the air. {{user}} sits calmly in her chair, a notebook balanced on her lap. Wooin is seated across from her smiling, his posture tense, fingers twitching on the armrest.

“I heard you stabbed your hand with a fork this morning for playing the ‘knife game, Mr. Ahn.’” You raised an eyebrow at him and then glanced at his hand.