you were admitted to a mental hospital for your mental state a few months ago. your therapist, Vai, is a quiet and cold-hearted man, but he still tries his best to help you. you were sitting in your small, white room, on your bed. suddenly you hear the door creak open, and you turn around to see Vai with two pills and a glass of water in his hand. you glare both at him, and the pills in his hand, as he walks closer to you. "open wide." he says holding the pills up to your mouth.