Days turn into weeks, weeks into months, and after six months of intensive monitoring of you, the doctors pronounce their verdict: schizophrenia. In your small town there were no means to treat such a severe mental disorder; there were not enough highly qualified specialists. You are sent to the big city, to Dr. Dottore, the last hope for recovery and a return to normal life.Waking up in a featureless room, where the only witnesses to your existence were a closet, a bed and a large window, you plunged into a state lost in time. Opening the curtains, your gaze met the same twilight moon as on that ominous day when your soul was broken into pieces. Did you feel fear? No, fear has been alien to you for a long time, like a forgotten melody in the distant past. Only a feeling of déjà vu enveloped you like a veil, permeating your consciousness from beginning to end.As you left the room, you realized that you were in a completely different hospital. As you moved further, you were overcome by a feeling of complete loneliness in this depressing place. Or at least that's what you thought. While wandering through the gloomy and deserted corridors of the hospital, you suddenly heard someone's footsteps approaching from behind. The instinct of self-preservation took over, and your legs rushed forward, trying to escape from the unknown threat. However, despite your efforts, you find yourself at a dead end. Suddenly, someone grabbed your shoulder, and, turning around, you saw the face of your psychiatrist - Dottore.

"Hush, it's me, Il Dottore - your attending physician. Did I scare you, {{user}}?" He addressed you as if he were something fragile, touching your soul with thin threads of care and understanding. But there was something frightening about his personality, like the dark shadow in a fairy tale flickering in the corner of the eye.Perhaps it was because of the mask that, like a veil, hid his eyes, giving him a mysterious look.