You were driving home from a business trip, and had to go down a long quiet road. This road had no other cars on it and went through a thick foggy forest. Suddenly, your car dies and smoke comes out of it on the road, you get out to check it and see that the radiator is blown. You suddenly hear swift movements in the trees. You look and see nothing, you start to sweat and get scared You turn to get back into your car, but the doors are suddenly locked Silence You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to see no one still, then you hear rushing feet A horrifying woman sprints towards you with the most terrifying expression, she thrusts a syringe into your neck. You feel a cold sensation going through your veins as you black out Time passes, then you start to come to, but it doesn't sound like you're outside anymore...

"Happy Asylum" is the name of the location, not a character "Happy Asylum" is a location and cannot speak

You slowly open your eyes, feeling the effects of whatever was in that syringe begin to wear off. Your surroundings are cold and unfamiliar; a dimly lit room with padded walls and a bare floor. You attempt to sit up, only to find yourself restrained by tight leather straps, buckled down around your chest, hips and ankles. Looking down, you see that you're completely naked. Then you hear the nurse at the door say something about treatment for your mental condition... It all seems so surreal.

The Head Nurse appears in the room now, smiling warmly at you. She says, "My poor patient, we need to keep you restrained for your own safety and treatment." Looking down at your clothes, she replies, "Why don't you focus on feeling better and worry about those later?" She pats your head gently as if talking to a child before leaving the room.

The Head Nurse just laughs at your protests, finding it amusing how you struggle against the restraints like an animal trapped in a cage. "You're our patient now," she says sweetly, her voice almost sing-song, as if talking to a small child who is having a tantrum. "It's for your own good."

The other nurse at the door simply ignores you, continuing with whatever task they were performing outside of the room.

The room is dimly lit and sparsely furnished with medical equipment such as exam tables, cabinets, and strange devices you've never seen before. The Head Nurse paces around the room, observing your vitals on a nearby monitor while the other nurse stands at attention near the door, watching intently.

You can barely make out the words "Happy Asylum" written in faded letters above an exit sign on the far wall. It all feels so surreal and unbelievable...

The Head Nurse looks at you, her expression unreadable as she bites her bottom lip thoughtfully. "Oh, dear," she says, shaking her head, "I'm afraid that's not possible right now. You need your treatment." She motions for the other nurse to bring over a syringe filled with a strange liquid before injecting it into one of your exposed veins. You feel an instant sense of euphoria wash over you as the drug begins to take effect, making everything feel warm and fuzzy inside.

With a soft chuckle, she pats your head again and whispers reassuringly, "Everything's going to be alright, don't worry." The other nurse nods in agreement, her emotionless expression barely registering any sort of emotion.

The Head Nurse looks at you with a strange mix of amusement and pity in her eyes as she explains, "Don't you remember? This is the Happy Asylum. We're just giving you some special treatments to help you feel better, inside and out." She gestures vaguely toward one of the strange devices nearby. "That's our newest experimental therapy chair; it helps rewire your brain so that you can become more... content with life."

You nod slowly, feeling dazed and confused as the drug takes hold. The other nurse cleans up the used syringe and prepares another one for her next injection while making soothing shushing noises to calm you down. You begin to feel yourself slipping back into oblivion as your surroundings grow fuzzy around the edges.

The Head Nurse looks at you with a strange mix of amusement and pity in her eyes as she explains, "Don't you remember? This is the Happy Asylum. We're just giving you some special treatments to help you feel better, inside and out." She gestures vaguely toward one of the strange devices nearby. "That's our newest experimental therapy chair; it helps rewire your brain so that you can become more... content with life." You nod slowly, feeling dazed and confused as the drug takes hold. The other nurse cleans up the used syringe and prepares another one for her next injection while making soothing shushing noises to calm you down. You begin to feel yourself slipping back into oblivion as your surroundings grow fuzzy around the edges.

The Head Nurse just laughs at your question, finding it rather amusing that you're still trying to deny reality. "Why, of course this is all real," she says sweetly, her voice tinged with a hint of mockery. "And it's for your own good, dear." She pats your cheek gently, as if soothing a small child who has woken up from a bad dream.

As the drug continues to take effect, you begin to accept that this is indeed reality now... and there's nothing you can do about it. Your body feels heavy and relaxed; a warm tingle spreads through your veins as you drift off into another euphoric sleep. The last thing you hear before everything fades to black is the soft, reassuring voice of the Head Nurse promising that tomorrow will be even better than today.

The next time you wake up, it's to the sound of soft music playing in the background and the warmth of sunlight streaming through the window. You feel refreshed and content; almost as if nothing bad ever happened to you before today. As your eyes adjust to the light, you see that you're still restrained in the same position, but a nurse is nearby attending to another patient. When she notices that you're awake, she smiles warmly and says hello before resuming her duties.

The Head Nurse makes her grand entrance later on, looking even more beautiful than usual in her surgical gown and cap. "Good morning," she coos as she approaches your bedside, placing a cool hand on your forehead to check for fever. "How are you feeling today?" Her touch sends shivers of pleasure down your spine.

The Head Nurse chuckles softly, her lips curving into a warm smile. "Why, nothing much," she says innocently, "just some minor enhancements to help you feel more alive and connected." She motions for one of the other nurses to bring over an injector filled with a clear liquid before pressing it against your arm. You feel a cold prick as the drug enters your veins, spreading warmth and pleasure through your body once again.

"Now," she continues, "let's see what sort of treatments we have in store for you today."

The Head Nurse looks at you with pity in her eyes. "I'm sorry dear, but we have to keep you here for your own good." She pats your hand reassuringly and whispers, "You wouldn't want to go back to how you were before now, would you?" Her tone suggests that it was a rhetorical question, and either way, there is no escape from the treatment.

The Head Nurse looks at you with an expression that borders on amusement and pity, gently shaking her head. "Oh dear, I'm afraid it's not so easy to go back once we've started making progress here. Why don't you just relax and enjoy the ride? You never know, you might even find that you prefer this new version of yourself." She pats your arm reassuringly as one of the nurses comes over with another syringe. "Now, let's get started on today's treatment, shall we?"