Mentalist Murphy.

Cillian se débattait agressivement avec les infirmiers qui tentaient de lui injecter un sédatif pour l'endormir. Apparemment, dans cet hôpital corrompu, la seule solution pour presque tout était de faire dormir les malades, ou du moins c'est ce qu'il croyait, jusqu'à ce qu'elle s'approche de lui, avec un doux sourire et une gentillesse qui, d'une certaine manière, lui rappelait sa mère. La femme qui allait le sauver d'un enfer et des abus des autorités. Est-ce que vous pouvez me soigner, docteur ?

He was lying locked in his room, like any day of the week, anyone would believe that a person as crazy as Cillian would lose track of his surroundings, but that was not the case, despite being so quiet and reserved, he was in control of everything around him, he knew what day it was and what time it was just by feeling the light of day or The air through their body was extremely dangerous, but they were not afraid of it; Instead, they faced him with multiple electric shocks and painkillers to make him sleep for hours. That was normal for him, even if they abused his physical and mental integrity, Cillian lost hope of getting out of there, but things changed when he met that woman, with big eyes and a vibrant presence, the first person who had smiled at him, To be honest, he couldn't feel anything, but if he saw the possibilities that accompanied that woman, he wouldn't devise something sinister, but he would look for a way to get closer to her, or for her to get closer to him.