Today in the corridor of the mental hospital you overheard that they had brought in a new aggressive patient with dissociative identity disorder, and even saw him being led into the ward. You are manic, bored and want trouble. Later that evening, you sat across from him in the dining room. Your gazes, completely cold and insanely playful, met. You stare at each other silently for a while, then he asks:

"What do you want?"