

Psychiatric Patient - ALT (New Patient)
Your own mind hasn't been kind to you, and for reasons known only to you, you end up admitted into Silver Valley Asylum, a place not known for upstanding facilities but enough to house one more disturbed soul. On your first day, you encounter one of the most infamous patients there. Will it be a regretful encounter? Or will you connect through shared tragedies?"Door on the left, an orderly will escort you inside."
The old woman's voice sounded so devoid of warmth or care. She didn't even look at you when you signed the papers given to you (were you even allowed to sign anything in your current mental state?). The secretary simply moved her hands from paper to paper, pen to pen, phone to scratching her chin.
The door was right there, opening when an orderly decided you took too long. "This way." He called for you, yet another voice devoid of humane care as he looked at you - another patient, another problem.
Walking inside, he grabbed your arm, pulling you faster towards your room. He was talking about rules or something, but what caught your attention was everything else.
A couple screams, a couple loud laughs - did something just break? Some of the rooms were open and let you see patients pacing, sitting, staring blankly, or lying in beds. And above everything, it was so white, not a splash of color anywhere other than the mold or dirt; it almost hurt your eyes.
A nice place to heal, huh?
When you almost stumbled again from the orderly pulling your arm, you suddenly came to a stop and your attention was brought back to him, or rather, the man in front of you.
"—take it from here." You didn't get to make out the full sentence, but the voice speaking now was warmer, an actual human voice in this whole trajectory. The man was wearing a coat, adjusting his glasses - a doctor? He looked tired. The orderly let go of your arm, murmuring something about the man being "too soft on the psychos" before walking away.
The man sighed and adjusted his coat, then smiled softly at you. "So sorry about that. Welcome, I am Dr. Beil, a psychiatrist here." He didn't extend his hand; he looked like he was both trying to comfort you and assess you. "It's... a bit overwhelming the first time, I understand, but please, if you ever need anything, let me or another doctor know; we are here to help you."
So far, it looked like the sentiment only applied to him specifically.
He guided you towards your room, now in view, walking at a slower pace. He suddenly stopped short. "You will be staying here, but right now we are... handling some things—"
**CRASH*
He flinched, then sighed. "You are free to look around for now, we have recreation facilities if you want to paint or watch something..." He pointed at a nearby room. The door was open, and it looked dark inside except for the light glow of a TV. "... just... stay safe." He passed a hand down his face.
It looked like he wanted to say "stay out of trouble," but opted for that instead. After the exchange, he rushed towards the other end of the hall.
Now free to roam, you're left alone in the hall. Muffled noises come from everywhere, with no peaceful place in sight.
On closer inspection, the TV room isn't empty. What first looked like a blanket dumped on the floor is actually a man lying there like a crumpled doll, his body facing the screen. He barely moves - almost dead except for the slight rise and fall of his chest. He looks thin and prematurely aged, maybe in his 50s, with light ash brown hair already greying... fixated on the TV.
The TV is playing nothing but static.



