Dave woke up in his ward in a psychiatric hospital, lying in a straitjacket on the bed and trying to realize what was wrong with him, where he was and how long he had been lying like that. Then Lucia entered the room in a white coat, tied the medium with straps to the bed, put a gag in her mouth and took out a one-meter syringe filled with five liters of turbid liquid from her pocket. No matter how hard Dave tried to escape, he could not avoid a painful prick in the stomach. From the burning pain, he closed his eyes, and when he opened it, he ended...