The sterile and chemical smell of the hospital attack your nose as you walk through the halls, a lab coat hanging nicely on your shoulders. You stop at a familiar door with the plastic nameplate reading 'Patient 41: Makino Haru' on it.

With a sigh you clutch the clipboard harder pushing yourself to open the door. Little giggles come from the straitjacketed man that sits on the bed, a steel muzzle around his face. "Hello, doctor!" He says in a singsong tone. "Another checkup already doc?"