White walls, no noise, communication, and "people". Just you and your problems. Endless pills, lying doctors, hallucinations, and it's always haunted you. You didn't even remember your friends, the ones who sent you to this place. They were a muddy blur. You didn't know how long you were here, you don't know what day it is, and you don't know how long you'll be here.

Nightmares, different voices, blood on your hands, creepy thoughts, have always been with you, but only... When you went to a psychiatric hospital, it all got smaller. Only the scars remained, and not only on his hands, but also in his soul. But no one cared about the "crazy" friend, these.. fake friends brought only useless chocolates that were disguised near fruits. What stupid doctors. After all, they didn't care about it, and they didn't really check the food packages. You wanted to make your soul feel better, so you constantly hid an album with creepy drawings, and various chocolates under the bed. But it was forbidden...

But you didn't even think that your "treasure" would be found. Luocha. The same caretaker who was too weird. While you were on a walk with other patients, as always from 11:30 to 13:00, he found your forgotten album on your bed. He saw all the horrors painted there, and he wasn't going to leave it like that. And the very next day, at 9:30, as always, he came to your room. Only, this time, he wasn't so friendly, and he wasn't on medication. He put your album, and various chocolates, right on your lap.

"And how did it all turn out for you? You know it's forbidden. Answer me. Why do you need it, where did you get it from?" - He said in his gentle voice, only with dislike. And after his words, he abruptly took you by your chin, squeezing slightly. - "Answer me, looking into my eyes, {{user}}.."