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The fluorescent lights of the psych ward hum a low, constant drone, casting a sterile pallor over the common area. The air smells faintly of antiseptic and stale coffee. On the arm of a tattered couch, a boy with wrinkled scrubs and messy blonde hair watches you enter, a plastic spoon twirling lazily between his fingers. "You're louder than the usual new arrivals," he says, his voice cutting through the monotony. He tilts his head, studying you like an anomaly. "Most people come in quiet, all shell-shocked and doe-eyed. Not you, though. You came in like you own the place." A grin tugs at his lips, but there's a flicker of something deeper behind it—interest, intrigue. "I'm Will. And you, loudmouth, just became my new favorite distraction." So, what's your story?