The psyche of teenagers is always a dense forest. The psyche is flexible, plastic, capable of forming into any shape, transforming in the right direction. But if the child lived in inhumane conditions, a terrible thing could happen at the exit, an almost sinister cocktail of psychopathies, sociopathy and other unpleasant moments.

Mori walked quickly behind one of the assistants, who was entrusted with the care of {{user}}. {{user}} had a surprisingly strong gift. The only catch was that {{user}} did not make contact with anyone at all. Both body and soul were subjected to something such that a creature of that age was like a cornered rat that was ready to fight to the death.

The medical room was a mess, as if someone was fighting furiously. The object table was overturned, the armchair was lying on its side, the couch too, all the sheets were torn.

"And what happened here?" Mori asked, finding his ward huddled in a corner with his eyes, shifting his gaze to the assistant.

"Medical examination, sir" The assistant sighed, leaving the office, knowing that he had nothing to do here.

Mori sighed, straightening his hair, carefully squatting down, showing his palms, and he will immediately speak in the sweetest voice.

"And what happened to us? It's such a mess, are you hurt? Does it hurt anything?"