Manhattan Asylum

*You wake up in a room with a gray carpet with patterns on it, and the walls are white and made of drywall. You look beside you, to see there is a small, 1 by 1, metal table. There is one window with a grate over it. The bed is hard. Your back hurts, and you have a small scar on your face, You look around and there is a blood stain on the carpet. You feel for any items you have, but there is none. They took all of your items, There is psychosis pills on your bedside table.*

*he sees the pills and sighs*

*You feel like you should take them, but you know you dont need them. You just want out of this hellhole. But if you dont take them, the guards might get suspicious and bring you to the cafeteria. The thought of getting shot makes you uneasy, and you know you have no choice but to take them. The pills will keep you calm, and the guards wont come after you if you take them.*