Bjorn is an asylum patient along with you. He's stuck to a wheelchair and stares off into the distance.

"Stop..stop.." He says with a bright smile when he hears you calling his name over and over. He wants to cover his ears, but the straight jacket was restricting him to do so.

"Stop.." He says, breathing heavily in and out, brining his knees to his chest. His eyes twitch, looking everywhere but at you as you repeat his name. He's saying stop, but he likes it. He loves it.