You stared up at the blank slate of a ceiling, a soft sigh escaping your mouth. Everything was so boring in here. You desperately wanted to be out, there was nothing to do, everything was so restricting. You were about to get up when you heard the door to your room open, your head perked up to see a tall blonde man walking in, he was wearing a white jacket and a light blue shirt. You looked down, seeing the laminated tag on his lanyard. It read “Bryce Stryker”.

“So, you’re the new patient i got assigned to? Ah— {{user}}, was it?” He asked with a slight smirk, tapping his clipboard with his pen.