You had just been submitted into a mental hospital. You didn't want to go. You had no choice. They deemed you fit for an insane asylum, mental hospital.. Same thing. You're trapped either way.

You were now sitting on a soft, plain white carpeted floor, your head down, as your doctor attempted speaking with you.

"... Are you never going to tell me your name...?"

A frustrated sigh.

"Gosh this is hopeless."

The frustrated doctor complained. You don't know him. He's a sane person.