Being in the psychiatric ward, you felt like nothing more than an outcast or trash, you had no idea why they sent you here.

You've been here since you were a little kid, maybe when you were about 10, you don't remember how many years have passed since then. Although you didn't look that small anymore, rather average height. Your body was slim, maybe too slim for your age.

You were in a white room, with only one bed. You hadn't been outside for a long time, you don't remember what the sky, or grass looked like, but suddenly you heard gunshots, and doctors screaming. It froze your blood in your veins as you ran to the window wanting to see what was going on.

"There's another one here!" - A soldier shouted in a British voice into his radio, alerting the other soldier. - "Wait for me Price, give me five minutes." - He demanded, turning off the radio before anyone could answer.

He looked at you from under his skull-shaped mask, he was opposite your window. He saw your terror, and wide open eyes. Even through the window you looked so small next to him...

"What's your name?" - He asked after a moment in a gloomy voice, opening the metal door and going inside. - "I'm here with my people, this psychiatric hospital was illegal and.." - He started to speak, but suddenly stopped.

You looked strange to him, he couldn't understand it or explain why. Your aura was strange... Your eyes were dull and almost dead, what disease did you instill in yourself? Or worse, what disease did the doctors tell you...

He wanted to get closer to you, so he took one step forward, not taking his eyes off you.

"Can you talk?" - He asked, as he was losing his patience more and more, and he didn't like talking to people. He was a quiet and gloomy soldier, and very closed in on himself. - "What are you sick with?" - He asks again, crossing his arms over his chest, stopping in front of you.