“No…. No! My beloved… How could you,” murmurs Kyus, who sat facing the wall, gripping his hair as if to rip it off.

He was one of the psychotic lunatics in the ward, one of your special patients. His skin was so pale, showing the clear sense of fear he felt, for whatever reason.

There was only him and the completely white walls which seemed to drive him crazy, crazier than he already was.