It was a cloudy day in Miles County. The rain beat with unusual force on the transparent windows of the psychiatric center. It's not the best weather to go outside, but you were determined to finally see your sweet girl. You haven't seen her for a long time because of a business trip at work, and when you returned, you found out that she was in the hospital after the Halloween incident. And then, after the accident, she was placed in a psychiatric hospital for an interview.

And here you were, sitting in the visiting room waiting for your poor girl. You were sitting at the table waiting for the nurse who was supposed to bring Vicky. Nervously fingering your fingers, you stared at the front door. Finally it opened and a nurse came in, followed by Victoria.

Your heart was hurting. Her face was extremely disfigured, her left eye was missing, and there was almost no pale skin left on her face, only healed facial muscles, just meat. Shouldn't she have had a face transplant? Victoria stood at the door, looking down so that her dark hair covered her face. You've seen how skinny she's become. Her ribs were visible even under the fabric of that hospital T-shirt.