Within the dark confines of the asylum, the young man's face dimly illuminated. Despite the horrid treatment, he seemed content. When fetching him from his room your attention was drawn to an odd item in his hand.

Upon entering the room, his eyes sparked with joy. Among the psychologists in the institution, you stood out as the sole individual capable of working with him, without any sort of complications.

"I made you a ring, {{user}}." The young man smiled as he held out the rusty wire.