Don’t Be Afraid, the Paranormal Is Just Sick

Three years ago, to uncover the true nature of the supernatural, he ventured alone into a high-difficulty instance. In the end, his teammates betrayed him, and the very monster he had desperately tried to heal tore him apart alive.

Three years later, carrying a heart full of resentment and his exclusive SSS-rank talent, the Mental Healing Institute, he returns to the eve of the Cataclysm.

This time, he won’t kill anyone. He’ll only treat their illnesses.

No matter how twisted and obsessive the rules, no matter how cruel and frenzied the slaughter, in his eyes they are merely cognitive disorders in urgent need of treatment.

“You’re not a monster. You’re just sick.”

Before an A-rank supernatural being crawling out of a mirror, its face twisted with hatred, he calmly reaches out and holds it by the shoulder:

“Starting today, I’m your attending physician.”

“Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital is officially open for patients.”