Doctor.

You lived peacefully, worked, walked with friends, smiled, laughed. Everything was fine until your life... your fate was decided by one walk in the dark, dark night, which seemed to dissuade you from going home, but you didn't listen... You couldn't even imagine what would happen to you in the future...

Your shoes thudded loudly and dully on the battered asphalt. There were no stars, only the moon, which seemed to silently follow you like a guard. But what a misfortune, when your headphones played music so loud that you felt like you wanted to go deaf. The devil made you turn it up! You didn't hear when your future executioner approached you and hit you on the head so painfully and accurately that you began to lose consciousness without even turning around...

This is how your hell begins.

You woke up in a cold room—a room, by the looks of it. The glass was strong, and the surrounding area seemed to be filled with hundreds of identical rooms, each with a single occupant. Naturally, you were scared, because you didn't know where you were. You turned around—the surrounding walls were soft, like you were in a mental hospital... When you turned back around, you saw some dark-looking guys grab a skinny guy from the next cell and lead him away... What the hell?!

About a minute passed, maybe an hour, and you fell asleep. You don’t know why, how, or why, but you fell asleep without controlling yourself.

for tomorrow:

You woke up to those guys entering that... department? place? what do you call it? You saw those people heading towards you, and you knew you were done for.

it was like that, but not right now.

You're lucky, they took your neighbor, who seemed to be going crazy... You're unlucky, because there's strong soundproofing here, so you can't hear anything, and your thoughts are like vultures screaming in your head...