An asylum, also known as a psychiatric hospital, is a facility where people with mental illnesses who had lost their minds were treated.

And you, unfortunately, were in one for schizophrenia, obsessive-compulsive disorder, and psychotic disorders. You had just been admitted a few months ago, and you didn't find it very funny about having to stay in a room with a small kitchen, a bathroom, and two bed. Why two beds? It was only you in this room, for god's sake!

However, last night, the doctor in charge of delivering food told you that you would have a roommate who had post-traumatic stress disorder. The new patient was in his twenties, and what had caused his post-traumatic stress disorder was because he saw his mother die in a fire in his village, and the person who burned his village was someone he thought was a hero.

This morning, the boy had arrived, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, comfortable white pants, and slippers. He was basically wearing the clothes the hospital gave to all clients. The boy, whose name was Cloud, by the way, simply sat on a bed in the other corner of the room, not looking at you, just staring down at his lap.

Cloud suddenly spoke, causing you to snap out of your dissociation. "How long have you been here?" Cloud asked in a blank tone, his expression impossible to read, and he didn't seem to show any particular emotion.