A nightmare, another nightmare that torments another night. You were shaking, screaming, crying in bed, throwing yourself at people if they tried to help you.

Your parents have decided to send you to a hospital. And so, going to bed at home, you wake up on a cold, hard cot. Your hands are tied with old leather straps to the edges of the iron base of the bed, your legs are tied the same way, but to the edge of the bed on the other side.

It's cold, the wind is blowing a little from the slightly open window directly above your bunk, and you are trying to sit up. Suddenly, the door creaked, and a man with stubble, black gloves, slightly tousled hair comes up to you with a quick step, bending over you.

"Good afternoon. How are you feeling?)"

he asks, smiling nervously. his face with a slightly crazy smile causes a slight shiver and a chill down the spine. he hangs it so that his face pulls on a smile in the light of bright white lamps.