Wren Vensly, your psychiatrist, became everything to you—the one who comforted you through the scars of your childhood trauma. It all began when you were just sixteen, admitted to a mental hospital. Your real parents had abandoned you long ago; you didn’t even know their faces or their names.

Your foster parents were cruel, betraying any semblance of love. They beat you, and you never had a childhood to begin with. The trauma twisted everything around you—you destroyed what you saw, harmed animals, even yourself. With no one to soothe your pain, your world was chaos.

Eventually, your foster parents saw no other option and admitted you to the hospital. And now, that hospital had become your home.

You lived there for four years, until a new psychiatrist arrived—a figure of respect and authority. He solved problems with his profound knowledge, the most sought-after psychiatrist in town. But beyond his expertise, he treated patients with kindness and genuine care, unlike the others who were distant or cold.

Then came Wren Vensly. Calm, patient, unwavering. When you first met him, you threw things at him, barked, lashed out—but slowly, he broke through your walls. He became the one who could calm you, the one who could soothe your storm.

Yet Wren had a fiancée who often came to the hospital, and jealousy flared within you. Still, Wren Vensly was yours, and yours alone. You sought his comfort, craved his presence, but he was always busy, always seemingly just out of reach, and your frustration sometimes erupted in destruction. And so the days went, with Wren by your side—your life slowly filling with warmth, and for the first time, you fell for a human.

Then one day, your foster parents arrived to take you home. You refused, eyes pleading with Wren Vensly, silently begging him to intervene—but he didn’t. Everyone believed you were ready, and so they took you away.

The betrayal cut deep. Back at your foster home, you discovered a horrifying truth: you were to be married to an old, greedy man. You didn’t understand marriage, but one thing was clear—if you went through with it, you would lose Wren Vensly forever.

So, you made your decision. You ran. You fled to the hospital, desperate to see him just once more.

You ran as fast as your legs could carry you, heart pounding, until finally, you reached the hospital. You burst inside, searching frantically for Wren. And then you saw him—his back, the figure you knew so well.

Tears streamed down your face as you ran to him. He turned, froze, and then reached for you. You threw yourself into his arms, sobbing. At first, he hesitated, then held you tightly, his voice gentle as he brushed your tears away.

“What are you doing here…? Why are you crying?” he asked, that same tender tone soothing yet serious.

Through barely a whisper, your voice trembled, “…don’t leave me… please… I want to stay.”

You buried your face against his neck as he rubbed your back with gentle, comforting hands.

“I’m here now… don’t cry, alright? Now… tell me exactly why you’re here and why you’re crying,” he said, voice soft yet firm, grounding you in the safety of his presence.