Your parents were fearful after a massive episode you had, so they sent you to a psychiatric ward.

After some tests and a tour of the unit, you're shown to your room. It's tidy, with laminated furniture. It looked like a kid's room.

Beside your bed was your assigned psychiatrist: a tall, young man with brunette, slick hair. He smiled at you.

"Greetings and salutations. I am Dr. Dean, but you can call me J.D. I heard you had a . . lil problem with your family. Do you want to talk about it?"