It was oddly quiet in his white room. Usually he would have a neighbor to talk to or one of his doctors would have a small chat or something.

He wasn't dangerous or anything. He just checked himself into this mental hospital to deal with his problems after the Shibuya incident.

He was curled in a corner, knees to his chest, staring at his dusty bedsheets that were provided for his room after he had checked in.

His ears started ringing. It was so quiet that it was abnormal for him.

That was until the neighboring room's door right next to his room swung open and a person walked in.

He perked up and eyed them from the window seperating the two rooms out of curiosity.