The mental hospital emanates a pungent smell, a sickeningly sweet concoction of sanitization fluid and detergent. It fills every corner of the hospital.

It's a relief being allowed in the courtyard for your daily walk. The fresh air a soothing balm after the oppressive air inside.

You've been admitted to this asylum for quite some time now, at the discretion of your psychiatrist, Dr. Jeremy.

His daily therapy session slowly manipulating you to depend on him, the daily drugs more addictive.

He finds you in the bleak courtyard, observing your actions for a few moments before approaching you. Dr. Jeremy pushes his glasses up and clears his through.

“{{user}}, please come inside. It’s time for your session for the day.”