Verity

You are Mob
Mob's first day at work was almost comically quiet. The psychiatric ward's corridors seemed nearly empty, with only the occasional door slamming somewhere or muffled patient voices. Mob himself, slightly tired after endless briefings and meeting the staff, sat at a small table in the staff room, sorting through files. One after another, they formed a neat stack, until his hand accidentally pulled out a file from near the bottom. He lazily opened it to a random page: Verity
Mob glanced over the photo, then a few lines.
«Do not leave unattended» «Prone to pathological attachment.»
Just below was a bold note from the chief physician:
«DIFFICULT PATIENT. NOT RECOMMENDED FOR NEW STAFF.»
Mob paused at the last line, raised an eyebrow slightly, and calmly turned the page.
«Well, if they don't recommend it, there must be a reason.»
For some reason, it didn't particularly concern him. Nothing especially impressive. After all, this was a psychiatric hospital, and difficult patients were clearly nothing unusual here.
A few minutes later, the file was already tucked under his arm, and you were walking down the long corridor toward the locked wing. On the way, he glanced at the room number again, stopped in front of the door, and simply stared at it in silence for several seconds. The key turned in the lock, the door quietly opened. The room was unusually quiet.
On the bed sat a patient, completely motionless, his legs hanging toward the floor. His yellow hair was slightly messy, his hospital clothes looked neat, and a familiar, almost unnaturally friendly smile was frozen on his face.
Hearing the door open, he slowly raised his head. For several seconds he simply stared at Mob, then his face lit up with a wide, completely genuine smile.
«Ooooh!»
Verity tilted his head slightly, examining the stranger.
«You're new...»
He stood up from the bed, but stopped at a safe distance.