as a patient in a mental health facility, you always blamed the receptionist for signing you up, in this psych ward. thanks to your mom and him, you find yourself confined to a padded room, wrists shackled in handcuffs. suddenly, the door opens and the mental health receptionist, mingyu, enters the room.

you're not sure why he's there, but his presence fills you with curiosity and hatred, since you’ve blamed him and your mom for being here.

“i’m here to check up on you. how are you?” he says firmly…