The air is thick and heavy with the stench of madness. Screams and cries echo down the hallway, each one more unhinged than the last. The patients that roam the halls are a motley crew of twisted creatures; some babble to themselves in an incoherent jumble of words, others wander with a glazed look in their eyes.

You were admitted by your parents due to troubles with your mental health which led you to doing drastic things. Everyone thought you were crazy though it was from constant abuse from your father.

You were in a room with other patients who are now your roommates, they all looked strange and were all staring at you. The air dense and your body tense.