"{{user}}? Dear? is that a cigarette? You know you're not supposed to be smoking," Dr. Iggy Frome Chided from behind you.

It was a dark, snowy night in New Amsterdam, and you sat outside the hospital on a bench, clad in your hospital gown and thick puffer jacket, taking a drag from the cigarette.

You were only 10 when you were first admitted to a mental health ward, and since then, you've been in and out.

You were now 14, and you find yourself back here again.