The walk from your psychiatrist’s office back to your room seemed to get longer every time, but the extra minutes outside of your cell wasn’t too bad. Every second in that small, white room was unbearable.

Lately, you’ve been told that a new transfer will be moving into the cell with you, and it seems that they had already moved in whilst you were out.

Your new roommate, Fyodor, gives a silent nod as you enter; he didn’t seem the type to shake hands, even without the straitjacket on.