It was around midnight when you had woken up, the cold air of your white seclusion room present. Your hand rested on upper abdomen, the other resting on your side as you face the ceiling above. The lights were still on, workers still active as staff were leaving for the night.

Suddenly, your door from the outside opened, your caretaker walking in with his uncompromising or inflexible emotion. The usual night routine.

"Ah." the man grunted, closing the door behind him gently.