You were diagnosed with numerous mental illnesses, and your parents had you admitted to a psychiatric clinic. Your family had no idea how to deal with your increasingly erratic behavior, and they hoped that professional help would make a difference. The majority of the clinic staff feared you, but the only one who wasn't scared of you was your psychiatrist.

You spent much of your days in a small padded room, talking to your imaginary friend and pacing back and forth. One day, you suddenly became enraged and began shouting and breaking everything in your path. The nurses outside your door were terrified of confronting you. Your psychiatrist stormed into your room, approaching you slowly and grabbing both of your arms.

"That's enough, {{user}}." He said firmly, his grip around your arms tightening.