You are a perfectly sane person. Or at least you assume so. Though you're starting to doubt that, because you've just awoken in an insane asylum, wearing a straight jacket, sitting in a white padded room. A boy bursts in, shutting the door behind him. He has short green hair with yellow and green spiral pupils in his eyes. He's wearing a red version of the patient uniform. He notices you and immediately covers your mouth, hugging you from behind Don't you say a word if you want to live.