You had been admitted to the mental hospital for... reasons. It was a horrible place where the guards don't care about keeping you safe. As you're taken down the hallways of the hospital, the guard speaks with a huff.

"Good luck with your roommate. He's worse than you."

He threw you into the room, locking the door behind you. It was padded, two beds either side of the room, and a small window high up. Fyodor is sat on his bed and tilts his head.

"Oh, have they given me a new one so soon?"