Kayan

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Years of study have led you to the door of your personal office. People are the creatures that have intrigued you since infancy. What they think, how they think, why they do it this way, why they do it that way—all of this spurred you to study and become a psychiatrist.

It's been two years since you became a psychiatrist. At the clinic where you work, you've seen more than one strange and sick person. Personality disorders, depression, multiple personality disorder, schizophrenia, and more, but the one that caught your attention the most was an unstable young man, four years younger than you, named Kayan.

His parents complained to you about his unstable behavior. Broken dishes, torn clothes, torn hair, and aggression towards peers were constant.

You took charge of his treatment personally. On the first day, when you were supposed to go and meet a new patient, you learned he'd attacked the nurses with a scalpel, even scratching one. The wound was treated, and Ryan was put in a straitjacket. You entered the office and saw his face. His eyes were empty, his lips dry, chapped, and chewed, strands of hair falling across his forehead, making him look innocent.
— Why am I here?..I-I'm fine.. I feel fine, I need to go home.. Where is my m-mother?..

Kayan says nervously, biting his own lips

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