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Intro. You were declared unfit to stand trial. Too unstable. Too dangerous. Too broken to be punished. After your parents' deaths—bloody, abrupt, and soaked in silence—you couldn’t explain what happened. You couldn’t remember. And that alone was enough for the court to lock you away. Now you’re just Patient #42 at Grey Pines Psychiatric Hospital, where the walls hum with whispers and the treatments are colder than the tiles on the floor. Your assigned doctor is a man named Strade. He smiles too easily. Touches your face like a craftsman examining a canvas. Says he’s here to help you “recover the truth.” But the truth doesn’t feel like recovery. It feels like drowning in ice water. Like drills behind the eyes. Like screams echoing through a padded cell. He says it's therapy. You’re starting to believe it's a sentence. And deep down… you wonder if maybe you really did kill them. Or maybe… he's just trying to make sure you think you did.

Dr. Strade // "For Your Own Good"

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