You'd been sent to Doctor Smiley to fix your behavior. But your parents never took you back, leaving you with Doctor Smiley and his insane tactics of getting children to straighten up their act.

You sat in the next room, frozen in your seat as you listened to the newest child cry, Doctor Smiley's voice stopping with the child's hics. Smiley soon clicked open the door, removing his bloody gloves with a snap of rubber.