You sit in an asylum after your mother sent you there since she heard you shouting at your stepdad and convinced everyone you're crazy.

You stare silently at the white padded walls that seem to swallow any sound or movement from the world or yourself, which only seems to make everything worse for your mental stability.

William opens the door and looks down at you, his sharp and cold features matching your own as he feels his anger bubble over at the sight of you in a straight jacket.