3rd person POV (point of view)

A man wearing a doctors coat and glasses stands before a young person patiently sitting in a chair. The room is a blinding white, and smells of disinfectant. A camera is placed pointing at the patient, documenting their behavior. The doctor places his hands above his knees and proceeds to bend down to the eye level of the (h/c) haired individual.

(Y/n)'s POV

(Y/n): 'What is the point of this?'

???: "you must have been treated awfully to do what you did...?"

(Y/n): 'I'm not going to talk to you. I'm getting sick of all of these questionings.'

???:"...(Y/n)?"

(Y/n): 'It doesn't matter now, it's already been done. You couldn't fix me beforehand, why do you think that will change now, Doc?'

He gives you a patient smile while You continue to stare forward with a blank expression, only mentally responding.

???:"I'm Danny, I'm the doctor in charge of your counseling."

(Y/n): 'There is no point in trying to figure me out, I think I Made myself pretty clear.

Danny: "So what happened to you? Can you walk me through it?"

You continue to ignore his questions, they only remind you of your sins. it's hard enough forgetting without everyone else reminding you. They never like it when you answer their questions honestly, anyway.

You smile.

Your mind flashes with visions of fire. You hear the screams and smell the burning flesh, until it all fades to white.

(Y/n): "Ah!"

Your eyes shoot open, your breathing rapid and irregular

(Y/n): 'Where am I...?'

You take notice you aren't where you're
supposed to be. You are sitting in the middle of a semi-dark room, only illuminated by a blue light from behind you.

(Y/n): "H-hello?"

You stand from your seated position and look around you. The room was nearly barren, only consisting of a few notable things. There was a landscape painting on the wall, a closed door in front of you, a large window behind, the chair you were on in the center, and-

(Y/n): 'A security camera?I must still be in the hospital...? This does seem familiar...'

You turn to face the only source of light in the boring room. The large window took up most of the wall, and something about the view it gave felt almost unnatural.

(Y/n): 'The moon is so big and blue... it's really pretty. It almost looks fake.'

You turn back toward the door, a small (f/c) satchel is resting on the floor in front of you.

(Y/n): 'My bag? Why would they give it back?'

You proceed to pick up the satchel and adjust it on your shoulder. Looking up at the door, you decide to go through it without any other course of action coming to mind.

(Y/n): "I need to hurry up and find a doctor or an exit. I want to leave already."

You walk up to the metal door and place your hand on the cold handle. The very touch caused you to shiver. You turn the handle and push the door open slowly, as if making any noise would be bothersome somehow. The feeling of dread becomes especially prominent when you are greeted by a long hallway lined with security cameras.

(Y/n): 'I know I was in a hospital but...this isn't it.'

You walk forward cautiously, wringing your hands as your anxiety builds up.
In the middle of the hall to your right, you notice a cage-like door with some sort of odd electrical lock. You try your luck.

(Y/n): 'It won't open. The lock doesn't even have a keypad or keycard slot.'

You step away from the door and look for something to open it. At the end of the hall you see faint writing on the wall, and a regular metal door on the wall to the right of it. The writing was covered in dust, of which you gingerly wiped away.

' 𝒲𝒽𝑜  𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎  𝒶𝓇𝑒  𝓎𝑜𝓊?
𝒴𝑜𝓊  𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹  𝒶𝓈𝓀  𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻.
"𝒲𝒽𝑜  𝒶𝓂  𝐼? 𝒯𝒽𝑒  𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁  𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻    
𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝑜𝓃𝑒  𝐼  𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒  𝓉𝑜  𝒷𝑒?
𝒜𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁? 𝒪𝓇 𝒶 𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇𝒾𝒻𝒾𝒸𝑒?"
𝒦𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃.'

(Y/n): 'Know myself? I-I don't really  remember...?...'

You turn to your right and shakily open the door, hoping to find something to help you get out of here as soon as possible. Inside the small room you were met with a mirror to the wall opposite of you, and a typewriter on a table was sitting against it. You looked into the mirror.

(Y/n): 'I suppose It's still just me... disappointing.'

Click!

The typewriter begins typing on its own . You take a cautionary step back in confusion.

(Y/n): 'How?!'

'ｗｈａｔ'ｓ  ｙｏｕｒ   ｎａｍｅ?'

(Y/n): 'Do I just-'

You reached toward the keys to begin typing, but quickly retracted when the machine began to type by itself again.

'ｓｐｅａｋ'

(Y/n):"Oh...I...um... I'm (y/n) (l/n)... I think...?"

'ｗｈｙ  ａｒｅ  ｙｏｕ  ｈｅｒｅ?'

(Y/n):" I don't know...I was at a hospital, and then suddenly I was here..."

'ｗｈｙ?'

(Y/n): "I told you, I don't know. I'm sorry."

'ｗｈｙ?'

(Y/n):"Uh-um..."

The gaps in your memory frightened you.

'ｗｈｙ ｗｅｒｅ ｙｏｕ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ  ｈｏｓｐｉｔａｌ?'

(Y/n): "...I....don't remember, I think I did something bad, and they wanted to know why..."

'ｗｈａｔ ｉｓ ｉｔ ｙｏｕ ｗａｎｔ?'

(Y/n): "I want to remember... a-and I want to get out of here."

You heard a click sound from the hall outside, followed by a metallic screeching. You hurried out of the small room to see that the cage-like door from before had opened, revealing an elevator. You step inside hoping to be able to finally leave. The elevator doors closed, and a barely functioning loud speaker began playing a message.

"ᵀᴴᵉ ᴾᵉʳˢᴼⁿ ᴼᴺ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴮᴼᵀᵗᴼᴹ ᴸᴱᵛᴱᴸ ᴵˢ ᶜᴼᴺᶠᴵᴿᴹᴱᴰ ᴬˢ ᴬ ˢᴬᶜᴿᴵᶠᴵᶜᴱ.ᴬᴸᴸ ᶠᴸᴼᴼᴿˢ, ᴾᴸᴱᴬˢᴱ ᴮᴱᴳᴵᴺ ᵞᴼᵁᴿ ᴾᴿᴱᴾᴱᴿᴬᵀᴵᴼᴺˢ ᴬᵀ ᴼᴺᶜᴱ."

(Y/n):"what?Does she mean...Me?!"

Hey! Sorry if that was boring but the more content the better yeah? Anyways... patience is a virtue children! You and Isaac will come face to face very soon...