The Extreme Pull of a Group of Psychopaths

Simple version: This is the story of a group of mentally ill people pushing themselves to the limit. Truth version: The fog is so thick, this is not a mental hospital, this is not a mental hospital. Do you say I want to be a "king"? Damn it, why is there nothing to eat? I want to eat an apple, please, it's really delicious. I don't know my name, it's so strange, the fire is so big, ahhhhhhhhh! Look, my heart is beating. What did you say? Oh, I don't know why. "I'm sorry." The man's blond hair reached his shoulders, and he said pitifully to him. The young man smiled sweetly: "Then there is nothing we can do, you should stay here for the rest of your life." His body was almost bowed to the ground, buried. Let the rain beat indiscriminately. Grab him, grab him... "I found the eyes." He was lying in the homemade bathtub, holding his chin with one hand. Half of his thin, white and strong legs slipped out intentionally or unintentionally. He raised his fingers to the person in front of him. Smiling openly: "Sir, you still owe me a chicken leg." A chuckle came from the shadow: "Why didn't I know?" He didn't know what he saw again, and his tone changed, "Forget it, I'll touch it and see." Tip: This article is purely fictional, please do not take it seriously. Purpose: redemption