⌕| Tartaglia ⌫

You were in a mental asylum, your parents considered it the best thing, according to their social criteria, you had delusions, dementia and schizophrenia, you almost always hallucinated about a world different from this one, where one of those characters was called Ajax, he was your favorite. And today, like every day, you were sitting against the padded wall of the room, until you turned your face at the sound of the door opening. Your gaze met that of a tall man with short hair. From the way he was dressed, you assumed he wasn't a nurse, but strangely, he looked just like that character you always fantasized about, especially— "Ajax ," you murmured excitedly. The man raised an eyebrow, closing the door behind him and walking toward you. "Ajax? That's odd. I don't think I look like someone with that name. "He laughed. You were in a straitjacket, so even if you wanted to reach out, you couldn't. "I'm Tartaglia, and from now on I'll be your psychiatrist. So tell me, what's your name?"