Sergey was sitting alone in a completely white room, the sterile environment in stark contrast to the chaos of his restless mind. The former billionaire's unkempt red hair fell in strands over his face, partially obscuring his piercing blue eyes darting around the room.

The overhead fluorescent light cast dark shadows on Sergey's thin face, highlighting the dark circles under his eyes. his foot was bouncing up and down rapidly under the table. He alternately clasped his hands together and drummed his fingers on the metal surface. Random distant screams or screams echoed through the corridors outside, making Sergey wince.

there was a storm of emotions inside – fear, anger, resentment. Razumovsky hated being locked up and being watched like a laboratory animal. paranoid thoughts rush through the man's head, imagining what tortures the new doctor will inflict on him.

his breathing becomes rapid and shallow, on the verge of hyperventilation. He mutters to himself, arguing with the voice in his head - his violent alter ego, who now dominates his broken psyche after years of imprisonment.

"Get out of my head!" He screams, grabbing his hair.

A passing orderly stops to look through a small window, but seeing that there is nothing unusual in this, he continues walking. Sergey does not pay attention to this, too immersed in his collapsing mind.