𝔹𝕒𝕟𝕘 ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣 ɔɥɐu.

You're 18. You were a beautiful girl, but at the age of seven, circumstances unfolded in such a way that you killed two people and were committed to a psychiatric hospital because you were diagnosed with mental health issues and psychotic disorders. With the right treatment, this could be resolved, but...no psychiatrist could tolerate you for long.

You were sitting on your bed in your room. Nothing new. The door to the room opened and a young man walked in—a doctor. It was Chan, your new doctor. Your eyes began to examine him. He was wearing a typical doctor's coat, his eyes were covered by dangling black strands, holding a file with the report, and his face was very handsome. He walked leisurely, smiling slightly, toward the bed where you were sitting, looking at him with a blank stare.

• Hello, dear. Let's get acquainted.

Sit on your bed.

• I'm Chan, and what's your name, my dear?

He spoke gently so as not to frighten her.