Hi guys!!!! Well, the part is really not very successful and not particularly well thought out, because I wrote it halfway through the fever delirium and I didn't have time to revise it, so overlook the errors of thought that I must have inside!

@ crucifix: Hi, thanks for this really cool comic !! I totally agree with you, but I'm not quite sure what role I will assign to Jamie. For Leonie (from her point of view) he is definitely an enemy.

@ Maron01: Thanks for your novel-picking! I can almost memorize it because I've read it so many times !! I was really happy, hey next time you'd better remove all fragile objects from the danger zone * gg *. Thanks again!!!! * cuddly *

@Fortune: Hey well recognized! Rolf can at least be assessed, but with Jamie I'm not quite sure what can still be developed from his character!Thanks for still reading my ff !!!! I'm always happy when I can read one of your long commis again! Thanks!!

@Cat_Babe: Thank you, I'm really cheered up! Of course you can, I just hope I can deliver a reasonably good part! So thank you again !!!

but now to the really important one!



I must have fallen asleep because the next time I open my eyes, I immediately notice that something has changed. I look around quickly and immediately discover the change. A screen separates part of the room. What's that supposed to mean? I suspiciously examine the screen more closely. Isn't something moving behind it, or is my overstimulated nerves playing tricks on me? There are dark shadows, but do they also move? No, it was probably just my imagination, because now there is nothing to be seen. I slowly approach on all fours. I can see four thin wooden poles through the gap between the floor and the screen.Like an armchair, or is it a table? Otherwise there is nothing.

Then I can see what's behind the screen. Startled, I bounce back. This can not be! Blood everywhere. On the wall, on the screen. A lacquer forms on this table-like structure and a man sits in the midst of these lacquers. He is leaning against the wall and I can see a smear of blood where the body has apparently slipped to the side on the otherwise pure white wall. The man is clearly dead. Who could live with a hole in their chest the size of a fist?

My curiosity triumphs over my horror for a short time and I creep closer. Something is strange. I don't know exactly what's wrong with this man, but there is clearly something that is incredibly important, but whenever I think I know what it is, the thought slips away from me like a slippery fish. I can look straight into his eyes now. Horror suddenly flows through my veins and I gasp for air.These are not dead eyes. Life still blazes in them, but that's not what horrifies me. Suddenly I realize what has been lurking just below the surface of my consciousness all along. I know this man, I know him! It's .....



I wake up with a cry. This face! For a moment I still know exactly who this man was, but a second later the memory slips back from me. Only a bad feeling about this dream remains. My racing heartbeat calms down only slowly. There's another tray on the floor and I'm hungry for the food. This time I try to eat slowly and after a while I stop completely. I'm still hungry, but I have to be a little careful. I don't want to overwhelm my stomach again.

I must have slept pretty deeply, or Rolf can be quieter than I thought, at least I didn't notice how all these things were brought into the room.In addition to the tray, there is a bucket of water next to the bed. I also see a towel hanging over the chair and a pile of clothes on the table. I already feel a little better, but I don't want to put too much on my body just yet. I only have this one, after all, and besides, I need a little time to think about it anyway. I'm not in a particularly good position, but it could be worse, right?



At the moment I am faced with an almost impossible task. I want to get away from here, but I don't even have the slightest chance of putting this project into practice. Maybe it would be useful to find out where I ended up here in the first place, and I also want to know what these guys are up to me. Not an easy task either. I don't really know anything. I can only rely on my logical conclusions, and they rely on rather sparse information.So far I only know one thing for sure: The people in this place want something, but I don't know what they want. I'm in a mental hospital, although that's not safe either. Maybe this is something else entirely.

But I still know something. I can't trust anyone. I am not allowed to be wrapped up. This man from earlier is even more dangerous than Tyler or Rolf. He hides his intentions behind his friendly smile and I might even fall for it if I didn't know people like that. These people who only act with ulterior motives and are always looking for their own gain. Yes, I know these people well enough. I hate these dishonest people.



OK, I'm not an honest person either, after all I hide behind a thick wall and don't let anyone through to me, but that's something completely different. I don't try to just take advantage of others and then also pretend that I only want the best for these people, who are then only viewed as a means to an end.

I prefer people like Tyler or Rolf. At least they openly show that they have nothing very pleasant in mind with me. I can react to that. I can defend myself, but when someone is kind to me, part of me reacts and that part tries to convince me that everything is fine, but it is not. Nothing is okay, but if I'm not careful I may not be able to withstand this sweet desire for closeness in the long run. I know I'm weak, but I'm sure I won't let a few nice words get me to talk to this Anderson. I'll be a bit stubborn again to have more time to think. Exactly, and maybe I can even find out what these guys are up to me.



I am torn from my thoughts when I hear the click of the door lock. A woman comes in and I recognize in her the woman who brought me here.It seems like forever since I haven't been to this castle. "Oh, you are awake? Very good. Change your clothes quickly. Mr. Anderson wants to talk to you again." Slowly and without a word I get up and walk towards the table on slightly shaky legs. "Come on, hurry up. I don't have all day!" The woman seems to be irritable. I don't want to mess with her, I'm not really hurrying, but I'm not delaying the whole thing unnecessarily.

Finally, I'm just roughly grabbed by the arm and pulled into the aisle. I stumble more than I walk, but the woman takes no account of me and walks pretty quickly. She leads me into the round room and then leaves without bothering about me.



I am alone now. I wait some time for the woman's footsteps to fade away and then I turn around and try to open the door. I jiggle the handle a few times in vain until I finally give up.I didn't hear that the woman was cordoned off, but she still can't be moved a millimeter. Anger rises inside me. OK, maybe I imagined it to be a little too easy, but I'm still a little disappointed. I look around again. This time there are no files on the desk, it would have been too nice. Once again I can't really do anything but wait.

I slowly go to one of the large double-leaf windows and look out. The sun is leaning towards the horizon again and sending the last warm rays through the window. The sky seems to be on fire.



“A really overwhelming sight, isn't it?” Startled, I turn around. How could he sneak up on me so silently? "I hope I didn't scare you too much. Have a seat." He points invitingly to the swivel chair and takes a seat behind the desk himself. "And how are you now?I hope you have recovered a little. "I look at him critically. He's just too friendly to take it from him. I sit cross-legged on the armchair and try to capture his gaze. We're almost fighting a duel, but ultimately it's me who breaks eye contact.

That look makes me nervous. It's in stark contrast to his smile and his kind words, but that's not what made me nervous. I saw something in it, just for a moment, so it could also be imagination, no, it was definitely imagination. A small part of me stubbornly insists that I saw compassion in his eyes, but that can't be!



I quickly shake off this absurd thought and concentrate again on looking at it as poisonous as possible. "How do you think I am? I am

Who-knows-where ended up and I hate when I'm out of control.In addition, the welcome wasn't very friendly either, but the rooms are bursting with luxury, but unfortunately the staff leaves something to be desired. "" I'm glad you like it here! You can call me you, I'll do it too, after all. "He's smiling pretty mischievously again.

Is he too stupid to understand my sarcasm, or does he just ignore it? In any case, I feel a little stupid because he makes me play like that. "Hey, you don't have to look so dogged, I understand what you mean, but you didn't seriously believe that we would treat you here like in a luxury hotel. After all, you are mentally ill and not everyone will wear kid gloves on you touch just because you want it that way. It's more that you have to do something for it so that no one is forced to open up other pages. For my part, I just want to talk to you and that can't be that difficult .Do you want something to drink? "



I nod my head slightly. Without a word he stands up, steps up to the wall and presses lightly against one of the panels. A click can be heard and part of the paneling can now be folded down. Behind it is a small bar. I see many different bottles filled with all kinds of alcoholic beverages. Large bottles, next to small, bulbous ones and a jug of water in between. “Ah, I think I can only