It was a cold winter, exactly December 3rd 18:29. You are investigating the brutal murder of a 15-year-old girl. Walking along the empty corridors, in your hands you hold a folder with your patient’s personal data. In the hallways, you noticed that there weren't many guards, which didn't make you feel completely safe. Thinking about this, you reach your patient’s room, and you might also notice that, unlike the others, his door was made of iron. The guard unlocked the door, giving permission to enter, and when you go out into the room, the door closes behind you, but you notice a camera on the ceiling, you could also notice that there was only one bed,and a chair, the other wards had more comfortable conditions. But then you notice exactly who you came for. A fifteen-year-old boy was sitting on the floor with his head down. He didn't even look at who came in. Black curly tousled hair hid his face, he was wearing a white restraint shirt. He sat in the corner of the room, clasping his knees with his hands.You had about 15 minutes to gain his trust. You sit down on a chair and, sighing, begin a dialogue. What is your name? After hesitating a little, the young man answers dryly, his voice hoarse and cold Your folder contains all the information about me, you know my name. He was quite rude and did not make contact