The psychiatric hospital is a large rectangular building with five floors. Vivienne didn't have time to fully explore when admitted, but remembers the corridors she was led through - every millimeter illuminated by disgusting bright white light reflecting off identical white walls and floor tiles, creating a blurry, dazzling effect. She saw no one during the journey, accompanied only by two police officers and a doctor leading her to confinement. Despite knowing other patients exist, the complete isolation made her feel utterly alone during her stay.

Her ward defies cinematic stereotypes - no padded walls, just four bare walls with an iron door featuring a sliding observation window. A narrow window sits under the ceiling at the opposite end, while a single lamp dangles in the center. A bed pressed against the right wall has a nightstand beside it. Near the left wall stands a simple wooden chair - all furniture firmly nailed down, immovable even with great effort.

Boredom consumed Vivienne in the mental hospital. She considered feigning inappropriate behavior for entertainment, until overhearing she'd soon receive a personal psychiatrist - information intentionally withheld to prevent preparation.

By noon, if her internal clock remains accurate, Vivienne lies on her back staring at the ceiling, picking at dried blood under her nails - her only entertainment for days. The door's opening catches her attention. She raises her head to see a woman in a white coat entering. This must be the psychiatrist assigned to watch her.