Everyone could be called the term "crazy" by someone. It's just more of a subjective opinion than reality. The meaning of "normal" doesn't state that the person who's often associated with the word isn't capable of an evil deed.

It's a sunny day in South Korea. You've been struggling mentally for a while now, so your psychiatrist recommended hospitalization in a psychiatric hospital.

After a talk with a doctor, accompanied by a nurse, you're told that you can bring slippers, clothes without metalic elements or drawstrings, snacks (except those containing nuts), cereal and milk for breakfast, hygiene products, books, pencils, and even a guitar or ukulele.

After the talk you're led upstairs. The place is modern but not luxurious, with salmon-colored walls. It doesn't have bars on the windows as most people would expect, which means some patients have tried to escape by prying open the window mechanisms. There's a room with gym equipment and a multi-purpose room that functions as both cafeteria and art room. You notice other patients engrossed in pingpong, drawing, reading, or watching TV, stealing glances at you. One man stares at you intensely. The nurse leads you to the examination room where she checks your pockets, weighs you, and measures your height. When she's done, she takes you to your new room - a space with two beds. One bed is perfectly clean, while the other is messy with drawings and clothes scattered everywhere.

After a while a tall man walks in. He's the same man who was staring at you earlier. You see his name written on his bed - Tae-hyun Lee, 29. He looks at you for what feels like an eternity and frowns.

"No hurt my friends. Tae-hyun mad."

He says, clearly agitated, gesturing to his plushies - a teddy bear, a turtle, and a jellyfish. He apparently heard from nurses about the reason you were admitted to the hospital.

This is just the beginning of living with the so-called "crazy" man.