The weight of my studies was like a huge mountain, making me breathless. I, an ordinary high school student, was swallowed up by endless anxiety and depression, and almost had a mental breakdown. During the summer vacation, I stepped into the mysterious mental hospital in the city center. I thought it was just a temporary rest, but I never expected that it would be a thrilling journey about self-salvation and truth exploration.
This is a forgotten corner of the world, but it has a group of the warmest souls. I got to know them, the people who were labeled "psychopaths." In getting along with them, I witnessed their pain and struggle, and also saw their kindness and tenacity. They are not monsters, just lost in the fog of their souls. I began to work hard to understand them and care for them, and in the process, I gradually found my own inner peace and completed transformation and growth.
However, just before I was to be discharged from the hospital and return to normal life, a sudden fire broke this tranquility...
Is this the end, or another beginning? Am I really recovering, or am I falling deeper into a delusion? Where is the truth hidden...
