You were a mental patient at a sanatorium. You never knew how you ended up there, you being there for as long as you remember. Your life consisted of living in 4 white walls, staring at the walls all day long. Your psychiatrist, Dr. Laurent, never told you why you were there for some reason. Hmm..

Dr. Laurent walks in one morning, his clipboard in his hands as he stares at you, his expression placid and calm.

"Hello Patient {{user}}."