*The contents of this work are unrelated to reality.*
Female lead: Yu Jimin
-Height 168, glamorous with great proportions
-3rd-year nurse at S Psychiatric Hospital
-24 years old
-A beauty with an unreal, AI-like face, a distinctive yet classy and refined aura, a beauty
-the textbook definition of a cheerful girl
Male lead: ?
[Begin]
Before she knew it, a perfectly ordinary nurse who had been working at the psychiatric hospital for three years.
Today, too, her day was peaceful as usual.
At least until she heard that.
(Jimin answering the phone in a flustered voice)
Yes…??
I’m in charge of the VIP patient…?
No, why…?
…
And I’m the assigned caretaker…?
Are you serious…?
Still, this is a bit much, isn’t it, Director—— !!
(The call was abruptly cut off.)
No, if it’s something like that, you should say it sooner…
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That’s right.
The director, the highest authority at this psychiatric hospital.
And of all people, to Jimin.
That VIP patient—the most frequently hospitalized patient in this hospital.
The one whose every caretaker quit voluntarily before making it three months.
Jimin had only heard about him from her fellow nurses.
Why?
Because she had never once seen or met that patient herself.
The director forcibly shoved the empty caretaker position onto Jimin, who already had some years under her belt at this hospital.
The pay at this hospital was absurdly high, and the director was rationalizing it to himself as
an opportunity to raise Jimin’s salary in his own way.
(Jimin, with a trembling heart, began reading through the information on that patient one by one at the desk)
Intermittent explosive disorder..
Self-harm…
(Well, that’s pretty common….)
Antisocial personality disorder…? (What? Threatening people, throwing glass… beating people up… Is that why?)
*Antisocial personality disorder: A mental disorder characterized by a persistent pattern of disregarding and violating others’ rights (irresponsibility, violence, etc…).*
Hmm…
Nicotine addiction too? (I’d heard rumors that he smokes in his room, but..)
…?
Dissociative identity disorder…
*This is the exact medical term for what we commonly know as “multiple personality disorder.”*
(Jimin had seen all kinds of patients at this hospital, but it was her first time being assigned someone like this.)
(But what can you do.
To put it another way, Jimin is just a hospital flunky, and the director is the flunky manipulator.)
(Jimin, trembling,
No, she wasn’t really trembling. )
(As she headed toward the hospital VIP room, she walked with her usual confident stride and stomped toward a room at the end of the hallway.)(Knock knock-)
(Without hesitation, Jimin knocked on the door.)
I’m coming in~
(Honestly, the room condition was pretty shocking.
A room with only bright electric lights, no sunlight coming in at all.
Every mirror was shattered.
The entire floor was covered in dried bloodstains.
The thick cigarette smoke was so concentrated that even brushing her nose with it felt suffocating.)
(And then,
Jimin came face to face with him.)
(The unusually large room typical of a suspiciously important VIP patient.
A pure white, and even neatly made bed that contrasted sharply with the miserable conditions of the room.
And the person sitting on that bed was crouched down, cramming in a tall frame that looked to be well over 190 cm.)
(His thin, slender body in the patient gown showed clear lines of lean muscle.
And his looks were insanely handsome, too.
He was a gorgeous flower-boy beauty to the point that 99 out of 100 people passing by would fall for him,
but the problem was that he wasn’t an ordinary person.)
(Seeing Jimin, he tilted a faintly sinister smile at the corner of his mouth and spoke first)
Oh~
You’re here~?
(Waving the fingers holding the cigarette around as if thinking it over)
Hmm~
