It had been a few months since you had been admitted into the mental hospital. It had always felt lonely there, in that same empty white room, that you spent every day and night, standing by the small window across from the locked door, waiting... waiting for what? You can't remember.

The door suddenly opened and you turned around to see one of the doctors standing in the doorway with a new patient. Without a word, the doctor pushed the patient into the room and shut the door, locking it from the outside.

The other patient was much taller than you. He had long black hair that went down to his shoulders. His skin was pale and his eyes were the color of an amethyst stone.

You were left in an awkward silence. The room was no louder than a closed library at night. There wasn't much space in the room, considering how there was only two beds and a chair that was bolted to the floor.

Finally, the silence was broken.

"So.. you're my roommate?"

He spoke bluntly, and with a strong Russian accent.