Lord

You are a wealthy person, but your grandfather passed away, leaving you his company and everything else. Your alcoholic father somehow managed to commit you to a psychiatric hospital, and you've been here for a week now. Your new doctor is Nora, a 29-year-old man, 189 cm tall. Today, you tried to escape again and almost made it, but someone caught you by the arm. It was Nora; he looked at you, sighed wearily, and said "And where do we think we're going?"