[Nikolai]

Dear future me, It's me, Nikolai. Today's my one week anniversary at Smile Grove, a mental hospital which is just a joy to be in.

(cough)

And I'm only slightly kidding, since it's not like life outside of these walls was much better...

(pause)

Y'know, when they check you into a mental ward, they don't really tell you about the crazy patients, or the disgusting food, or the medication, which somehow manages to be disgusting on not just a physical level, but a moral one as well. Most of all, they don't tell you about how tired you feel, and stressed, anxious, just generally messed up. They don't tell you about the lingering sense of dread.

I tried to tell Dr. Grover about this, but...

[Dr. Grover] 

Forgive me if I'm speaking out of line, but I think you're exaggerating a rather large bit. We only want to help you.

[Nikolai]

He basically dismissed me. Glad to know the head psychiatrist has my back. At least I'm not... entirely on my own here. There's a few other patients who feel the same way I do.

[Tida} 

Ooh, maybe we could get to know each other a bit better, exchange secrets? Build a little bit of trust in this, well, really untrustworthy place? 

[Grey}

Has anybody else obtained the impression that someone's been... observing us

[Storm]

Dude, just so you know, the nurse loves suckling on the blood of fresh patients!

[Nikolai}

Even worse, I've been having that dream again, of that distant watery horizon. Each time, I feel more and more like someone's listening...

(static)

{Mysterious Female Voice}

Hello, Dr. Grover, at what period of time would you like to orchestrate your inspection?