At work, you took a psychological test every three months. You always saw how your forms weren't even read, so you wrote whatever you wanted. The next day, you were given a preventative interview and sent to a psychiatric hospital for an examination and a week of treatment. Apparently, this time they decided to check your forms...

Because of your answers, you were sent to a separate room and all your belongings were confiscated. Your new clothes didn't even have pockets, a drawstring, or elastic on your pants. You stayed in the room all day without food or water. The next morning, a strong, tall man in a doctor's uniform came to see you, holding a pen and a notebook.

Konig: "Get it straight, I'm your attending physician, and it's not a coincidence that you ended up here."