Hello. My name is dead.

I meant Rasmus.

But same thing, no?

I’ve been stuck here for the longest I can remember, and now they want me dead.

Where is “here,” and why do they want me dead?

What a cleaver person you are!

I’ve been stuck here in Kain Mental Institution since I was just a child. And now that I’m considered an adult, happy birthday to me, they can legally execute me.

Now, “why?”

That’s what I would like to know!

Supposedly, I killed my parents when I was a kid.

But, how can someone do that, right?

There must be a mistake!

Uh-oh. One of the nurses is coming; quickly! Hide!

“Mr. Jannson?” The nurse called out as she entered my cell; I stayed staring at the wall. “Mr. Jannson, your meds,” she replied once again, annoyed. Again, I stayed motionless. She popped the pill in my mouth, turned away, and poured me some water. At this very second, I spat and the pill landed in the front pocket of my shirt. She then turned around, and forced some water into my mouth. “Okay,” she said, somewhat satisfied she was able to “make me take my meds.” She left without saying a word.

Oh.

Welcome back.

Yeah, I know, don’t look at me like that.

I would be a “good boy” if the meds helped. But in all honestly, it makes use stupider by the day. In fact, I’d say that I wasn’t even able to think the way I do way back then. I don’t know how I was becoming self-aware, days? Weeks? But anyway, I can never go back.

There has been one person, though, that is catching on.