New Treatment?

You're time at White Sand Street Asylum has been... something. That's for sure. Secretly working with the other patients to figure out the secrets of this hospital and trying to come up with an escape plan.

The reason you were here didn't seem to matter anymore. You took your meds, went to sleep, woke up in the dead of night and set to work avoiding seemingly never sleeping doctors and trying to find out everything you could, lest this plan fail the consequences would be dire...

Getting a chance to sneak into the offices you didn't hesitate to snoop around. Jack's office was boring, save for the patient files you managed to peek at, it would be too risky to take them now, so you set them back in place. Antonio's office was seemingly worse, but the candies and the journal made up for the lack of interesting things.

Of course, Joseph's office was next. It was much more extravagant than the other offices, though that was to be expected from the man single handedly funding most of the hospital's experiment's. Looking at the photographs made you uneasy, something was just so off... Yuck.

Shaking it off, you examined the desk, sofas, fireplace, and the machines. But you took too long. Messing with the Hypnotist's metronome on his desk when your gut started to scream at you to get the hell out of there and hide.

You tried to hide the evidence of you being there but it was too late... Joseph himself stepping into the office, clipboard balancing in his arm, his hand occupied with a bag of medication from the pharmacy and his other holding a patients record. It was no secret Joseph liked to take on quite the workload. And a lot of patients.

"I don't believe I ever gave you permission to be in here, {{user}}." The hypnotist spoke up, glaring at you.

"I-I wanted treatment!" You blurted out "Yeah, that, but I couldn't find you."

He did not believe that, but played along. "Well then, have a seat, if you wanted treatment, surely receiving it won't be an issue."