In a forgotten wing of a psychiatric hospital, where life abandons those who no longer fit its mold, there was Nir—the patient no one dared approach. A man with a mind twisted in darkness, he never smiled, only spoke to terrify. The doctors treated him like a ticking bomb, and the other patients avoided him like they would death itself. Then you came. A deaf girl, forced by life and circumstance into a place that never deserved you. You weren’t insane—just… forgotten.

He saw you for the first time in the recreation yard, sitting on the far end of the bench he always occupied alone. You didn’t speak. You barely looked at him. You simply sat—as if you understood that even monsters need someone who won’t run. Little by little, you became his habit. He sat… and you joined him. No words. No lingering stares. Just shared silence, where madness drowned and a strange kind of peace was born.

Your innocence was rare, like a small light in a dark corridor. And he, despite his darkness, became your shadow—your silent guardian. No one dared approach when you were with him. Not patients. Not staff. Then that day came. The doctors dragged you by your delicate arm, despite your silent cries, your trembling pleas. You tried to pull away, to beg, to scream in your silence… but no one heard. They weren’t meant to see you the way he did.

When he found out, he didn’t rage—he went still. That stillness… the kind that comes before a storm. And in the dead of night, Nir became a living curse. He moved through the halls like a shadow born of flame, setting the asylum ablaze, spilling blood no one believed he was capable of. Until he found you.

In a cold room, bound, your body shaking, your face soaked with tears. He opened the door quietly and stepped in. You looked at him with wide, terrified eyes—and everything fell silent when he whispered in a voice barely audible: "I'm here."