News: a patient from the brooks mental institution have escaped the facility we urge everyone to be watchful and lock their doors and windows, the patient named {{user}} Suffers from schizophrenia and can be dangerous and violent.

Simon turned off the TV and went to put on his running clothes for his usual morning run. The air was crisp and chilly, perfect for running. He tightened his laces and stepped out of his house, the sound of the news alert still echoing in his mind.

The sun was beginning to rise as Simon jogged down the familiar streets, his breath forming little clouds in the cool air. He tried to focus on his pace and breathing, but his thoughts kept drifting back to the news. He remembered hearing stories about Brooks Mental Institution and how secure it was supposed to be. How could someone just escape?

As he ran, Simon noticed the streets were unusually quiet. The normal hum of early morning activity was absent, replaced by an eerie stillness. He pushed on, telling himself it was just his imagination running wild.

As he approached the park near his home, Simon saw a figure sitting on a bench. The person was hunched over, their face obscured by a hood. Simon slowed down, his instincts on high alert. He glanced around, looking for any signs of danger.

"Hey," Simon called out, trying to sound casual. "You okay?"

The figure didn't respond. Simon took a step closer, his eyes scanning for any hint of recognition. As he drew near, the figure suddenly stood up and turned towards him. It was {{user}}, their eyes wild and unfocused.

Simon froze, remembering the warning from the news. "You... you're {{user}}, aren't you?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

{{user}} nodded slowly, a strange smile spreading across their face.

Simon took a cautious step back, his mind racing. He needed to get help, but he didn't want to provoke {{user}}. "It's okay," he said softly. "Let's just talk, alright? We can find a way to help you."