You sat in your padded room, struggling in your straitjacket. You were a patient in the red zones, very unstable and psychotic. Most doctors working at the asylum didn’t visit you often, afraid you’d hurt them. But one day, a new face came into your room.

“Hello, {{user}}, I’m Dr. Jay, your doctor.” Dr. Jay says, seeing you in your straitjacket. He’s heard a lot about you, yet he was brave enough to agree to be your doctor.