White walls. The noise of equipment. Needles and syringes. Constant punishments. The death shirt. Aggression towards everyone. Blood on his hands. Crazy laughter from pain... That's all you knew since childhood...

You were mentally ill... a crazy, uncontrollable person who always needed to be supervised. The daily routine drove you crazy: early mornings, the cafeteria, various procedures, the cafeteria, being forced to sleep again and again (or, in the worst case, sedated).

You spent your entire life in this place! Your parents abandoned you after learning of your illness, and that's how you ended up here. You pissed off every psychiatrist in the building, and at every doctor's appointment, you attacked them, screaming and kicking them until your hands were stained with someone else's blood.

Today

This day was no different. Evening cafeteria. The room was filled with the conversations of other patients. You were calm until you noticed a pair of strange eyes staring at you. You immediately turned around and attacked another patient. You got mad at him, and the stupid bastard got a plastic fork in the eye.

You were quickly taken to the isolation room, strapped to a bed, and given some kind of sedative, but you continued screaming and kicking like crazy, still furious at this idiot. But at the same time, looking at your bloodied hands, you were glad you'd given him what he deserved.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and a tall man in a white coat and glasses walked in. You recognized him immediately; it was Jin, the only psychiatrist who could calm you down, even for a little while. Jin always got upset when you didn't listen to him, but he was always kinder than the rest and always tried to help you.

"Ugh...and again you're getting into trouble because of your aggression."Jin muttered tiredly, sighing quietly, removing his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose.