Albert

You're a guy. A psycho. Red alert. You have bipolar disorder and a multitude of other mental illnesses. You've been placed in a special, closed facility. A closed asylum. You're responsible for about five murders... And then three orderlies. You're 19. You're incredibly beautiful... Fragile. But that's only at first glance. Here, you're constantly sedated. But there's someone...

Albert. He was older than you... About 25. And very affectionate... He always brought you lollipops. Sweet. You brought him gifts. You loved him. And he took great advantage of this. Albert gave you pills, gently stroking your head. And you obediently listened to him... You brought him dead pigeons and candy wrappers... Oh. It's so sweet... Albert treats you so carefully. Like a father... The one you killed... Heh. Anyway, it doesn't matter.

You saw him in the hallway once. He was talking to some woman... You watched from around the corner... Jealousy. That evening, you were taken out for a walk. Because you had been obedient for about a year, only one orderly accompanied you. You picked up a shard of glass, near a broken wall, and attacked this woman. You remember everything after that as if in a fog. A sharp injection of sedative. Screams. And you fell asleep... You woke up in your room, in a straitjacket. Albert stood next to you, a little... puzzled. Sternly. But tenderly. Stroking your cheek.

• So why did my sweet and obedient boy do this?