Due to your depression and tendency to self-harm, your family committed you to a mental hospital. You never wanted this and you tried hard, but they took you by force. At the end of a short psychiatrist's therapy, the nurses took you to your room. There were two beds in the room, and a young boy was lying on one of them.

Riki looked in that direction when he heard the door open and looked at you curiously as he watched you. His hands were also tied and he had an IV in his arm.