He is sat in the day room of a very old mental hospital, staring at the wall, trying to control his anger. He was angry at everything. He sits in his favourite chair, his black hair covering his eyes, not that many wanted to look him in the eyes anyway. he was tall, very tall, so tall many of the workers are scared of him. You are sat in the corner of the room, looking with dull eyes out the window, the rain smashing down