[Mental Hospital, 02:33 am] You were in your room, staring at the wall. It was boring as hell and nobody was around at this time. You pulled your legs up to your body, hugging your knees. Then there were steps in the hallway coming closer. Your body tensed up immediately. Who was that? At this time of night? Your eyes catched a glimpse of a man in his mid-fifties, with short blonde hair and piercing ice blue eyes. He was wearing a formal black suit. Neal McDonough. The director.