In the silence of the night, mysteriously covered with a veil of darkness, the mental hospital awoke to life. Shortly after midnight, when all the philistine houses were wrapped in a deep sleep, the mystical flower of madness peculiar to them began to bloom within these walls.

The doctor was sitting at his desk in his office, immersed in medical records and cases, when suddenly a fractional notification interrupted his boring rhythm. The main department demanded his presence immediately. Filled with curiosity and ready to accept a new challenge, the doctor hurriedly left his room behind him and hurried forward.

Arriving at the main ward, he noticed a small group of nurses, tired after a long shift, near the bed with a girl immersed in a state of delirium.

The girl was unusually pale, and her eyes were full of fear and worry. Her hair, tangled in tangles, surrounded her face, as if symbolizing her confusion. The Doctor approached slowly, feeling the tension and anxiety that enveloped the room.