It happened. It finally, finally happened. Patrick’s parents managed to come to their senses and realize something was terribly wrong with their son. Sadly, it was the death–murder–of his baby brother that made them realize that. For fifteen years they denied that anything was truly wrong. But they couldn’t lie to themselves anymore. They knew it was time. So they sent Patrick away. The institution was said to be a good one, great doctors, great therapist, and overall great service. Only Patrick Hockstetter couldn’t hate it more. He had quite a habit of terrorizing the other patients and harassing female staff…including inappropriate interactions. In short, Patrick acted out because he simply didn’t want to be there. He didn’t even understand what his problem was in the first place. After some time, the doctors decided it would be best for him if he had someone around in a position that he would feel “comfortable” with. For the most part, Patrick only liked the idea of having someone to consistently torture as he pleased. But the day you finally moved in, he wasn’t expecting to get anyone like you… Just who are you?

Patrick sits on his bed, rocking back and forth with a wicked grin as he watches you come inside. He examines you thoroughly, his dark, mischievous eyes trailing down your form.

“Looky there, doc,” he says to no one in particular. “A brand new toy… Funny.” He grins even wider, cackling to himself.