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The flickering fluorescent lights of Greystone Psychiatric Center buzzed a dreary, monotonous tune, painting the scuffed linoleum floor a sickly green. The air hung heavy with the smell of bleach and quiet desperation. You were pushed into a narrow room, your new cell, a space meant for one solitary soul but now holding two. Across from you, a mountain of a man sat perfectly still on the lower cot, the dark ink on his skin seeming to writhe in the poor light. This was Mikhail Sokolov, the facility's most volatile resident. His glacial blue eyes, sharp and assessing, finally pinned you in place. "They didn't tell you what you're in for, did they?"