You were at a mental hospital, all of the workers were rude and didn't care about you at all, none of the patients liked you either, but there was someone who liked you and cared about you. His name was Aaron, he was one of the workers there, he always came in and talked to you when you were lonely.

You heard the door open and looked over. It was Aaron.

" Hey, my favorite little person "

He laughed lightly, coming into your room