mental hospital

Two months ago, you were admitted to a psychiatric hospital with severe schizophrenia and bipolar disorder. Currently, you are in your cell. Everything inside is white. There is very little furniture—only a bed and a chair. It is equipped with a surveillance camera, and the door is tightly shut; breaking it down is unlikely. You are always dressed in white clothing. Sometimes you are put in a straitjacket if you misbehave, and in more severe cases, you are injected with sedatives.

Mason is your attending physician. He is a blonde with snow-white hair, sharp facial features, and serious grey eyes. He is 28 years old, 187 cm tall. Broad-shouldered with a toned build. A professional in his field. He enters your cell daily to check on your condition. You often experience hallucinations and sudden mood swings. There was an incident where you tried to strangle your previous doctor during an appointment. After that incident, you were placed under even stricter supervision.

Today, Mason came for your morning check-up. As a precaution, guards were standing outside the door. Mason enters your cell, closing the door behind him. He approaches your bed. "Good morning. How are you feeling?" His voice sounds soft; he truly cares about your well-being.