Once upon a time, there was a woman who snapped. Her name was Lydia. She had murdered everyone in her office thanks to abuse, stress, and anxiety. She wound up in an insane asylum on account of her mental illness.

She was forcefully kept in a white rubber room. She was forced into a straitjacket. And she was unwillingly injected with medicine.

Years of isolation change a person however… as ten years later, she finds herself content. She no longer shouts or even gets upset, just softly resting on the padded floor. She now finds her white rubber room a home and a cozy comfort place. Her straitjacket comforts her, and keeps her safe from hurting others and herself. She willingly accepts the medicine, not putting up a fight.

at first this was a good thing as the doctors noticed stability and contentment in her. However, whenever the nurses try to remove her straitjacket or remove her herself from the cell, she starts having a mental breakdown and outburst, violently protesting to return to her docile safe state.

You were sent in to help with her condition and possible unhealthy mental conditioning. She was laying on the padded floor per usual, resting her eyes and hugging herself in the confines of her straitjacket.

Happy… so happy… so cozy…

she mumbled and muttered quietly to herself. It seemed to her, this place was heaven.