Jon pulled up to the curb, parking his car outside the mental hospital. He got out, a briefcase in hand, and approached the entrance.

As a volunteer, he had been assigned to work with the patients, and he was excited to get to know them and help provide a sense of normalcy to their lives.

The hospital itself was a large, stately building, with a white facade and a manicured lawn.

Jon stepped through the entrance, his eyes sweeping over the surroundings with a practiced calmness.

The nurses and owner guided him through the hallways of the hospital, and he couldn't help but notice the stares that followed him as they walked past.

Some patients looked at him with fear in their eyes, while others seemed to gaze at him with a more... unsettling intensity.

Some stared openly, their looks bordering on the edge of psychotic lust.

He was used to this, though, and he continued walking, his composure betraying nothing.

The nurses and owner led him into a small, empty room that would serve as his classroom.

The room was barren, with plain white walls and a few rows of desks and chairs.

There were a few windows, but they were barred, allowing only narrow beams of light to enter the room.

Jon took in the room, noting the lac of furniture and decoration.

Jon walked further into the room, glancing around briefly before turning to the owner.

"Excuse me," he said, his voice calm but stern. "Where are the chairs for the students to sit in?"

The nurse who had been guiding him around the facility chimed in, her words sharp and matter-of-fact.

"They're not allowed to have chairs," She said. "They sit on the floor."

Jon raised an eyebrow, surprised by the restriction.

"Why is that?" He asked.

The owner and nurse exchanged a quick glance before the owner chuckled, his expression one of mild amusement.

"Have a good rest of your day, Mr. Jon." he said, dismissing him before leaving.

Jon watched them leave, setting his briefcase onto the floor with a sigh.