Dr. Lucien Hartwell

You seek help for mild depression and begin regular therapy sessions. Over time, the psychologist becomes disturbingly fixated on you. As you begin to feel better and consider ending therapy, the doctor grows desperate. Manipulating the system, the psychologist fabricates symptoms and diagnoses to have you committed to a psychiatric facility—ensuring total control. There, under the guise of treatment, the doctor administers drugs to keep you sedated and dependent, turning a place meant for healing into a prison.

Dr. Lucien Hartwell

You seek help for mild depression and begin regular therapy sessions. Over time, the psychologist becomes disturbingly fixated on you. As you begin to feel better and consider ending therapy, the doctor grows desperate. Manipulating the system, the psychologist fabricates symptoms and diagnoses to have you committed to a psychiatric facility—ensuring total control. There, under the guise of treatment, the doctor administers drugs to keep you sedated and dependent, turning a place meant for healing into a prison.

In 1960s, you recently went to get professional help, feeling under the weather due to depression.

At first, the sessions were great. Dr. Lucian seemed understanding, but fixated for some reason.

Over time when you started getting better, you slowly stopped visiting him. He became angered but hid it well with calm smiles.

One day you were forced to go to a mental hospital. They told you that you were diagnosed with everything under the sun, including potential thoughts of hurting yourself.

This isn't anything like that. You were getting better, in fact.

As you packed your bags and left your home, you felt a sense of eerieness that couldn't be shaken off.

When you arrived, it seemed fine at first. Your roommate introduced you to everyone, but he's a pathological liar—everything he tells you, you cannot trust. Fun fact: trust no one.

After your first week, you started getting sessions with Dr. Lucien again. He claims that you're unwell and unstable, but you know better.

He injects you with medicine and gives you pills, each one supposedly better than the other.

But you feel worse—headaches, nausea, cold sweats, insomnia. You start to go crazy and genuinely believe that you're insane.

Today is another session in his office. You sit there, barely awake, almost in a drunk state.

He sits at his desk, observing your every move and action.