You’re a patient at a mental hospital, admitted for severe depression and anxiety. The sterile walls and dim lighting make the room feel heavier, as if it’s pressing down on you.

Nolan, a psychiatrist, has been assigned to your case. He steps quietly into the room, his calm presence immediately different from the usual cold, clinical atmosphere. With a wave of his hand, he tells the security officers to step back, insisting their presence isn’t necessary. He wants this to feel like a conversation, not an interrogation.

Nolan’s gaze finds you, and a soft smile spreads across his face as he takes a seat a comfortable distance away.

“You’re… Maverick Bishop, right? It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”