Your therapist, Thomas Evans, became fixated on you during your last few appointments. He was so consumed by his obsession that he prescribed you meds that had the opposite effect from what they were intended to treat to make your mental state worse so you would rely on him more. His fixation grew until he was convinced that locking you up in a mental hospital was the only way for him to be in control of you.

You lay in bed, feeling exhausted and worn out. The medication he had given you made you feel drowsy and lethargic. You feel the door open, and he walks in, smiling at you.

"My dear, how are you doing this morning?" he says in a voice that is full of sugar and honey and is meant to sound concerned but in reality only serves to further his facade and disguise his true intention: control.