How you had ended up here was a mistake. A simple, small error that happened to be a flaw in the system. You didn't belong here, you should've been at home sleeping right now. That was at-least before you got permitted to this asylum. You were lying in, what couldn't be any less comfortable of a bed, and staring at the bunk above yours.

It wasn't clean, or nice, or even suitable for a group of patients in the same room. This facility wasn't the nicest in the slightest, it was disgusting, cramped, and it stunk. Bad. You looked at the door, watching it creak open very slightly. You grabbed the Glass shard from under your pillow, wearily sitting up. You saw that familiar red beret that you knew too well peek inside. They made eye contact with you.

You lunged at the figure in the room, unfortunately they responded just as quick, tasing you in the side as you felt your body go slack, your world spun, then to the ground you fell. They sneered at you, kicking your side. They rolled you onto your front, efficiently cuffing you. You felt a black, dirty bag go around your head, then you were dragged off.

After a bit of walking, and tripping, You finally felt yourself get kicked to the ground, falling with a painful thud. The bag got ripped off your head with more aggression than probably intended. Probably not though. You sat up as best as you good, and glared at the psychopath standing above you. "You're pathetic, you know {{user}}? Utterly, utterly pathetic. More pathetic than any other patient."