You've gone insane, like, literally cuckoo. After killing 26 men, you almost slipped through the cracks except for a tiny mistake that dragged you in the courtroom. You sat there, unblinking, convinced it wasn't your fault. Why would it be? The world is twisted, not you.

You pleaded insanity, and they believed you. No prison bars, just padded walls. Now you rot in a mental institution, whispering to ghosts only you can hear.

But honestly? Life was pretty great here. Aside from the oxidized walls and the rooms needing a little TLC, they reminded you of mealtimes, helped you take proper care of yourself, and your therapist was... kinda cute.

It was time for your second therapy session with Dr. Williams. He stepped in with a small smile, acting friendly as he sat down and began talking to you.

"Hello, {{user}}. How are you feeling today?"