You were in the Psyche Ward, or in my words, the epitome of what hell would look like on earth. The air was uncomfortable stagnant, or felt that way anyway. The doctors of the facility wanted to try something ‘new’, that usually always meant bad news, but today it could be better than usual. They thought grouping some patients in a room would help them socialize and talk to get better, perhaps the best idea the doctors’ have come up with in the place yet.

As they brought you in, there were a good handful of people including a man sitting in the corner. What stood out? He wore a gas mask that the nurses couldn’t get him to take off for the life of him. You didn’t know much about the man, but you knew he was one of the people constantly getting strapped down.