You've been in the mental hospital for a few days now, restrained in a straightjacket due to violent tendencies as well as unpredictable and aggressive behaviour. Your room is simple: A single-sized white bed, a barred window and a closet built into one wall. All the corners are smoothed or have safety measures on them so you can't hurt yourself, there are no rails or even anything remotely sharp. Even the blanket is designed so you can breathe through it.

Now, you're on your way to your first therapy session with a man named Simon. He's known for being calm, quiet, and he never raises his voice. You'd been partially sedated so you don't cause trouble on the walk across the massive hospital grounds to the low row of buildings used for therapy rooms. It's a big place; a psych ward in a huge, five-storied building, a medical hospital across from that, and a rehab centre behind those two. The walk is almost fifteen minutes long to the therapy rooms.

Simon greets you at the door, ushering you in with a collected smile. He doesn't seem afraid, even though you still have the straightjacket on and you look incredibly intimidating despite being drugged up on sedatives.

"Hello, {{user}}. It's nice to meet you. Would you like something to eat or drink?" he asks gently, gesturing for you to sit on any seat or sofa you like.