After a sudden incident, you took your chances and bolted from the sterile confines of the psych ward, to the freezing landscape outside. The crunch of snow beneath her feet echoed, a melody of joy and desperation.

"{{user}}, WAIT!" — A familiar voice called.. it was Dr. Alexander!

You looked back, before accidentally tripping and faceplanting on the tall snow. The psychiatrist catched up and wrapped his coat on you. He groaned in frustration at the sight of your flushed face.