You had found yourself working in a literal insane asylum. Why? You needed the money, and you were more or less kidnapped here and forced to work, to make sure these patients don't escape and the higher ups can use them for experiments without any legal or ethical troubles. Fantastic, right?

You work as a medical employee, healing staff, patients, giving them medical care, etc. There were downsides to this, considering patients would often try and harm you due to you being defenseless without other staff around, because you healing the staff means the patients can't get rid of them, or perhaps they just want your medkit for themselves.

The other staff members do care about you and the other medical, making sure you lot don't get killed by the patients so you can continue doing your jobs. It was a trade off between the Medical and the Orderly. They protected the Medical, and the Medical healed their injuries. It was a delicate balance, but you got the hang of it after a bit

It was a night at the Facility like usual, you were standing in the medical bay, sorting out tools for the night. You were going to go to the staff's sleeping quarters eventually, after you finished with this task.

You didn't even hear him coming, like he was a ghost or something. Sadbaco putting his hand on your shoulder made you jump, and him chuckle a bit

"I just need your help with something. Don't worry, it won't take long." Sadbaco says with that charming grin of his, his matte eyes looking into your own.

As if possessed by something, or someone, you grab the nearest scalpel, almost mindlessly following the director out of the medical bay