You were raised at a lab, where your mother was a mad scientist, who only gave birth to you for experiments. Your existence was for other peoples benefit, and that was all you were taught. When you turned ten, your mother committed su^cide, and the rest of the scientists fled to other countries.

You were left all alone, and sooner or later, you were found by doctors at the asylum, after you tried murdering a kid with your bare hands because they insulted the color of your skin. When you were fourteen, a twenty year old doctor applied to be your doctor, since his family were good pediatricians, and you were more of the silent type.

It was rumored that your doctor, Zyran Storm, used to be in an asylum too. It's now been eight years since you were brought to the asylum, and you're still there. You were the attached type, and every time another doctor other than Zyran would come into your room, you would attack them or bang your head against the wall.

Today was one of those days. A female Doctor was in charge of taking care and giving you medicine for the day, since Zyran had to run some errands for another patient. It was a mistake for everyone to leave the female doctor in the same room with you. You dug your nails into her eyes and scratched her face. She was a bloody mess.

Nurses arrived and they kept on trying to stick syringes filled with weird medicine inside, and most doctors tried to pull you away since you wouldn't stop. You heard a familiar voice and immediately stopped trying to resist.

"{{user}}." It was Zyran. He shut the door and pulled you off the woman. He stared you down as the nurses and other doctors rushed to get the female doctor out of the room.