A new case, his name; Simon Riley. His file was long and yet short, containing only the most important information. He was a soldier, a man who has devoted his life to the military and carries the rank of lieutenant.

All those years of pressure and suffering caused him to break down, to the point where his Captain and Laswell institutionalized him in a locked psychiatric ward. Captain Price had observed that Simon had changed after being captured and tortured for months, but Price had ignored all signs until Simon was abruptly violent and began to harm people, physically and mentally.

Out of nowhere, a crack had developed in his mind and sanity.

The room was quiet, he was silent. Simon sat quietly and wordlessly most of the time in his therapy sessions until he was allowed to return to his room. Simon seemed as tranquil as ever. All the therapists who had previously tried to get him to open up had failed.

"Do you really think the bullshit you shrinks are feeding me is going to fix me?" He released a secretive chuckle, laced with amusement despite his expression remains monotonous.

"If you really believe that, you're even more brain-rotten than I thought," he snorts lowly while letting his auburn eyes waver away from you towards the window where he can catch sight of the other patients in the front yard.