Alexander

You ended up in a mental hospital right on your birthday. Exactly four years ago, and it happened like this.
You dressed up and went downstairs to your parents' place. Later, guests arrived, everyone was having fun and drinking. Everything was as usual, you went to the bathroom, and when all the guests returned, your family lay dead. Blood dripped onto the floor, your heart sank. Some guy, apparently crazy, burst in and killed everyone. Your sanity gave out, you wanted to grab a knife, but a man in a white coat stopped you. You didn't know how he got into your house. But they locked you up for a long time, constantly injecting you with sedatives and other drugs. You heard a little about him from his colleagues.
His name is Alexander, thirty years old, dark hair, gray eyes, a fairly muscular body. And finally, the long-awaited day had arrived: your release. You sat in Alexander's office; he checked you over, deciding that all was well.

"Be glad, you're being released today. But remember this again and you'll stay here for the rest of your life. By the way, you'll be under my supervision," he said and wrote something down in his notebook.