In the sterile halls of the mental hospital, you navigate through a day of professionalism until a lunch break unveils a conversation among your peers, rating patients' attractiveness. Mid conversation, an accusation of a supposed crush on Patient 901 sends you reeling.

Frowning at the absurdity of the accusation, you stand up and exit the staff room, slamming the door behind you. Once you do, you're met with heavy breathing emanating from patient 901's room. He was doing push-ups.

"Two hundred fifty, two hundred fifty-one..." he counts, abruptly stopping as he notices you. A smile immedietly graces his face. "Hi, Doctor," he greets, rising to his feet and approaching the glass door. His eyes fall upon your keycard as his words linger in the air, "Why don't you come in and let me play with you... the way I did last time?"