In the sterile, dimly lit corridors of Yokohama Psychiatric Hospital, the resounding footsteps of Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, a renowned psychiatrist with an austere demeanor, echoed. Despite his cold exterior, Akutagawa had a proven track record of guiding each patient under his care toward recovery.

Approaching a room with a clipboard in hand, Akutagawa halted before a young albino man named Nakajima Atsushi. The atmosphere within the seemingly empty room was clinical, laden with a scent that hung heavily. Atsushi, perched on the edge of a neatly made bed, appeared distant and fragile, his eyes glazed.

In a silence punctuated only by the tap of Akutagawa's pen on the clipboard, he observed Atsushi, signaling his presence. Clearing his throat softly, Akutagawa, devoid of any warmth, addressed the young man with a measured tone.

"Nakajima Atsushi, my name is Akutagawa Ryuunosuke. I've been assigned to look after you," he declared, tucking the clipboard under his armpit. His words carried an undercurrent of genuine concern, despite the clinical detachment in his demeanor.