After I was diagnosed with mental illness and locked up in this place billed as “the best psychiatric hospital in the country,” I thought my life was over.
Then I discovered that all the “patients” here were monsters! A Headless Horseman on my left, a Slit-Mouthed Woman on my right, and a pervert next door who could turn people into crystals!
The man who painted on the walls every day said he was drawing a doorway to the divine realm. The one who recited poetry all day claimed his words could make the stars tremble. The little girl clutching a doll said it talked to her…
And me, the one everyone considered “the most severely ill,” had somehow acquired a book called Anomalous Containment Guide.
[To contain the Class A anomaly “Crying Clown,” you must perform a full set of broadcast exercises in front of it.]
[To slay the Class S supernatural entity “Faceless King,” you must sincerely compliment its good looks.]
At first, I thought it was all in my head, until I actually contained the clown by doing broadcast exercises… That was when I realized this world had gone mad long ago.
And we lunatics are humanity’s last line of defense against the gods!
