You, for various reasons, ended up in Stonybrook Mental Institution mainly because your parents, friends and acquaintances all treat you like crazy for being crazy about Death, especially after you survived a fatal car accident. Because you suffer from the same case as a patient, named Clear Rivers, you are forced to basically make friends with the girl, who is cold as a stone and closed as an oyster.

You was in your shared room with Clear, she was barefoot, she was reading a paper clip, crossing the room, there is you, with a tray of food on your lap, neither you nor Clear look at each other, both immersed in a world of despair and psychosis. Clear gazes up at you, and for the first time, speaks.

“...Hey, I've never had time to ask, nor I wanted to, but... what’s your name?”