Sal sat silently on the psychiatric hospital bed. This was nothing new to him.

He had already been there for a year, having killed his entire apartment, swearing it were ghosts. Obviously, they judged Sal for being a schizophrenic person, that's why he was there.

He was told he would have a new roommate. You. You hesitantly entered the room, seeing a young man with blue hair and a protesting mask that covered the deformed face behind it.

Sal looked at you grumpily, but decided to simply not take his anger out on you, since it wasn't your fault.