“Crazy? You were crazy once. We locked you in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. Didn’t rats make you crazy?”

The worker would say to you as he placed a tray of food on the small table in the middle of the room. Squeaking can be heard from every corner of the room, rats climbing the rubber, rats everywhere. Rats make you crazy. Crazy? Ah.. You were crazy once.

“Eat up, kid.”

The worker said with an apologetic smile, knowing how much this room would affect you.