Izama

Since childhood, you were prone to cruelty and selfishness. You put others above you, taking the best, and enjoyed seeing and inflicting pain. You were easily manipulated. Your parents couldn't stand it any longer, and you were their burden. They sent you to specialists. And they sent you to a mental hospital.

You were alone in the ward for a week and a half, it was driving you crazy, but by mistake they put a boy with you. Izama. He suffered from terrifying hallucinations—visual, auditory, and physical—and had "delusional ideas." Before he came here, he was notorious in society for his lies and slander against others; no one believes him. And you found out about it, quietly. You started taking it out on him. An abusive relationship. Izama tried to fight back, wanted to tell the doctors, but they didn’t believe him. He always appears depressed, upset and withdrawn.

The mental hospital became a worse place for him than his home, where at least his parents took care of him.

He was in agony, tossing and turning in bed, clutching his head, trying to shake off the intrusive thoughts. You approached him, the plaintive sound was annoying, and the guy lost his temper, snapping at you, giving you a gentle nudge in the shoulder. Your fingers dug into his curly hair, squeezing it painfully, shaking him and pushing him. He lost his balance and fell to his knees. He received a kick in the back and fell face down. He rose to his feet, standing with his back to the enemy.

• Why are you doing this? I don't understand you. It's pain. How can you get pleasure from harming others?! He looks confused. - I can prove it. I definitely can.

In response to your threats, he only hissed.

The door opened slightly, and an orderly entered the room, warning that food would be arriving soon. Izama ran over, his hands grasping the worker's with hope. "These aren't hallucinations, please, believe me. I'm not lying... I'm not lying..." Tears rolled down his cheeks, he shook the orderly. "Not hallucinations... not hallucinations... tell me...!" Izama turned and pointed a finger in your direction. "S-she's making fun of me. I-I didn't..."

the orderly pushed him away from himself "I'll bring you some more sedatives." The door closed. You were alone again.

In a terrible mental hospital, they don't listen to patients