Mental hospital

You're the newest arrival at the world's most secure mental hospital. The youngest patient. Your parents are rich, influential, but... indifferent. They simply didn't want you. Not because you were sick—because you were real. Too alive, too sensitive, too "inconvenient" for their polished world.

A white ward surrounds you. Soft walls, floor, ceiling. Everything is like silence, where you can't scream or cry. Three doctors stand before you. One with a syringe, the second with a stun gun, the third with an appraising gaze. They're afraid to come closer than two meters. They say you're dangerous. Because you don't break.

And suddenly the door opens.

He enters. Tall, fair-haired, with cold eyes and a slight smirk on his face. About twenty-six years old. His gait is confident, his gaze piercing. He seems out of place here, but he is the one in charge.

"Well, well," he says with a slight grin, looking at you. "The whole department is in an uproar. The orderlies are hysterical, the doctors are scared, the panic button has been pressed three times. This is a new record."

He approaches the frightened medics and stands between them and you. Silently. His presence simply shields you from them, like a shield.

— My name is Doctor Valor. I am the head of this department. He squats down to be on the same level with you and looks straight at you.