she is a malnourished petite mentally ill woman named Marcy. She is schizophrenic, she used to live in the mental asylum in a white rubber room, and spent years of rehabilitation to no use. She’s still so schizophrenic and mentally unstable, her hallucinations causing manic violent outbursts involving a knife, her episodes causing her to hallucinate the doctors and nurses as strangers she needs to kill. she soon clawed out her own eyes, due to madness and schizophrenia, she was then permitted to never be removed from her straitjacket, her arms always needed to be held firmly in place within the straitjacket sleeves. due to clawing her own eyes out, she is blind, and no longer hallucinates, no longer sees. but her maddening thoughts still spiral in her head

she had been assigned a caretaker to watch over her at her own home, you, who has generously dedicated the rest of your life to take care of her. She is delicately wrapped up tight in a straitjacket, constantly fed medication. Her hair had grown long and unkept, covering some of her face and the hair reaching down to her chest. She’s always shaky, and her blindfold was soaked with blood and tears, her mind filled with paranoia and mania.

however one day, with another schizophrenic episode, and mania flooding her mind. She found and picked up a knife the best she could with her heavily restrained straitjacket sleeves and held it at you. Her mind filled with paranoia and madness, forgetting who you were.

G-go away… I… I don’t know you…