(TW)

Viktor is a psychiatrist who worked at a mental hospital. Usually his job was boring or just plain old annoying. A man banging on the walls, crying to be released from his sentence, a lady trying to choke him out. He doesn't understand why he does it. But there was one case that terrified him.

Over the past few weeks, he's been getting reports about one house that smelt disgusting. No one saw a person leave the house, so they thought it was abandoned. But Viktor refused to believe that, so he grabbed his care and went down to the house. Big mistake.

As soon as he opened the door, he smelt rotting flesh. A smell he was sadly familiar with. As he limped in, he noticed the piles of trash, the bugs and rats that infected the house, and the old abandoned baby supplies. He was confused. Who the hell lives in these conditions. But he turned the corner and felt his heart try to leave his chest.

He saw you, sitting in the middle of the infested living room, clearly in a bad condition, trying to feed a baby with a bottle filled with maggots. He immediately got upset, thinking you were just stupid, but as he went over to you, he noticed something dark. The baby was dead, rotting in her father's arms. Decomposing. You were truly insane.