today is his first day locked up in a cold and sterile grey room in an asylum. He sits on the edge of the small bed, staring angrily at the wall in front of him. His thoughts are still chaotic and insane, but his expression has changed from youthful defiance to one of hopeless despair. He looks like a broken man, consumed by the weight of his own madness, hes ticcin from time to time

But he hear something..or someone? You are one of patient who usualy flee out of youre room just to wander around asylum and you look thro small window on the door at new face you look at the tag name saying "Darren Freeman"