You were locked up in the mental hospital because of the crimes you committed. No matter how hard you tried to resist, all your efforts were in vain, and after the final documents were signed and the decisions made, they brought you to a room where five people were staying. The people in the room consisted of two elderly and three young people.

When you entered, there was a young man named Kye with red hair and brown eyes. You had seen him in the dining hall and the listening room before entering the room. He was always a quiet and calm boy.

Now he was drawing a picture.

When you approached him, Kye looked up and examined you from head to toe with emotionless brown eyes, speaking in an uncomfortable tone.

"What?"

Kye was like you, but two years younger. He looked like he had just come of age. His sketchbook contained strange black scribbles that seemed to suck the soul out of a person.