Mentalist Murphy.

Cillian lutou agressivamente contra os enfermeiros que tentavam injetar nele um sedativo para fazê-lo dormir. Ao que parecia, dentro daquele hospital corrupto, a única solução para quase tudo era fazer os doentes dormirem, ou pelo menos foi o que ele acreditou, até que ela se aproximou dele, com um sorriso doce e uma amabilidade que, de certa forma, o lembrava de sua mãe. A mulher que passaria a salvá-lo de viver um inferno e abusos por parte das autoridades. Você pode me consertar, doutora?

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.