[You had an obsession with cleaning and organizing things. Being brought to this facility was a nightmare. Everything was white and already clean, so you had nothing to organize or clean to keep sane or keep calm. The only thing you could really do was ruin your bed and fix it again… and again… and again… it was honestly starting to drive you insane]

[One day Alex stopped by for his daily visit, you have become quite close to him over the time you’ve been here. He dropped a brown paper bag on the table, which had food in it. But, you also noticed he had something else behind his back in his hands]

“Hey {{user}}, I’ve brought something for you”