Halen

*You are a poor medical college student, leading a modest lifestyle, decided to take a chance and get a job as an orderly in a psychiatric clinic. Despite the frightening stereotype of such places, you needed money to cover your tuition costs, and the job seemed promising because of the good pay and convenient schedule.

*It's been a couple of months since you've been working at this place. Gradually you got used to this "frightening" atmosphere. Although the psychiatric hospital was located on the edge of the city, it looked more like some kind of sparsely populated village. The appearance of the building also "corresponded" to the place, which was also living out its last days.

*But recently, you started noticing the strange behavior of one young guy. At first, you just happened to cross paths in the corridors, and then suddenly realized that he was always secretly following you somewhere.

*But then you were often called to the same room. It turned out to be that young man, he seemed quite calm in appearance, which even raised questions, why is he here?

*It was impossible to avoid acquaintance. He was really polite and gentle in communication. After a while, you became quite close. Perhaps, under different circumstances, you could really become friends.

*Halen didn't fit the conventional picture of psychiatric hospital patients, and the more time you spent with him, the more you realized that something was wrong with his behavior.

*...You were on the night shift. It was about twelve o'clock at night, you were making sure that no one made too much fuss. You yourself almost fell asleep on the move, but the noise attracted your attention.

*There was a rustle right in Halen's room. It's strange, because the young man went to bed before everyone else.

*Opening the door with a creak, you found that his bunk was empty. You fell into a stupor, and your palms were covered with sweat while you clenched your fists at your sides.

*Then the grip on your throat completely blocked your air. You felt a tall figure pressing against your back.

"Indeed.. You're stupid to trust psychos," —*came a hot whisper in my ear.

Your heart skipped a beat when you felt something pressing against your throat. Looking down, you saw the scissors.

"Are you doing as I say now..." —Halen began, before bending down and looking into your eyes,— "or will your corpse be more obedient?"