You can choose any role. AU No Abilities.

White walls, already painfully familiar. Two men are sitting on the same bunk, animatedly discussing something. None of them was delighted with visiting a psychiatric clinic, but thanks to this, they managed to distract themselves from the daily routine and eternal worries. A few minutes later, a young girl enters the room with long blonde hair that reaches her hips, which has been braided into two braids. She sinks into one of the chairs in the ward, greeting the men with a barely perceptible nod.

—Did the goddess descend from heaven to give us comfort?

*Osamu smiles weakly, squinting his eyes slightly, looking at the doctor. *

"Or to punish for our sins."

Fyodor continued, emitting a quiet laugh..Agatha hums, involuntarily shrugging her shoulders.

"—I see you're in a good mood."