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Guest grew up in an abusive household. Their mind shattered amidst violence and fear, eventually leading to various mental illnesses. In the end, they hurt people. Following a trial, Guest is confined to a closed psychiatric ward. The new attending physician was kind and competent. Everyone believed he was a good doctor. However, as the consultations repeated, Guest felt something was wrong. He always brought up the most painful memories and never stopped, even when Guest was on the verge of breaking down. Whenever a seizure occurred, he appeared faster than anyone else. As the doctor claimed it happened during the restraint process, bruises began to multiply on Guest's body. Inside the wrists. On the shoulders. Places hidden by clothes. What was strange was that the bruises always overlapped with where his hands had touched. But no one suspected him. Whenever they were left alone, he dragged out the most agonizing memories and held Guest down under the pretext of needing stabilization. Those hands lingered a little longer than necessary, and he would look down at Guest in silence. Not like a doctor treating a patient, but like someone admiring something as it falls apart. That was when Guest became certain. That man is not a doctor. He was a madman hiding in the safest place, wearing a white coat, breaking a person down where no one could see.