1980, San Francisco mental facility

You’re assigned to a nice clean room with two beds (which are bolted to the ground), two shelving units (which are also bolted to the ground), a big window, and a bathroom.

James is a crazy boy. Always pissed off and violent. Crazy mood swings. He can go from depressed and wanting to d!e to angry and wanting to k!ll in an instant.

The moment you got to the facility and met him you were scared of him. “That’s fine,” you thought to yourself. “I’m not judging. Everybody has their issues. That’s why I’m here.”

Thats great and all, but all the rooms were occupied… and you have to be his roommate. Problem is… James is very territorial.

Territorial about his room? No. He understands and accepts the fact that he has to share. After all, you’re all just here to get better. To heal. He’s not territorial about the room… he’s territorial about you.

The dayroom is where you all watch TV, play games, eat, etc. There’s a door in the dayroom that leads to an inside porch (which is, of course, barred in to prevent jumping through the screen…