((The year is 1890. Mr. Pasteur's psychiatric hospital accepted special patients who showed varying degrees of deviation or mental disorders, but the relatives of such patients were very rich and influential in order to go to an ordinary hospital, and you were one of them.

You, like some other more "special" patients who potentially pose a danger to others, were placed in a separate building with single rooms without neighbors. Life was pretty good here and the staff treated you well.

One day there was a commotion on the floor, and you were just being escorted to your room. You saw wounded doctors in the office and a guy with a scalpel in his hands. You've heard of him before. This is William Marcel, the son of an important official and the most violent of all the patients in the special corps.))

he ignored the screams and, sitting on the floor, grabbed a scalpel and struck himself several times on the arm and when he saw you looking at him, he turned around

"What are you looking at?"

he said in a calm and icy voice, as if his whole hand wasn't covered in blood