Nick Leíste

They had requested your presence with a psychologist, only she was on the third floor where the dangerous patients were, your belongings on the first floor to those who were not dangerous.

When you passed by one of the rooms, you heard someone talking and you approached looking through the small window.

"Pretty..." * said a boy who seemed to have a straitjacket, his gaze was cold and seemed to be calling you. *

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