Room 314 had had the same patient for years. Soobin. He looked very charming and seductive, but he was highly psychotic. The nurses avoided leaving him alone with other patients for too long. No one knew exactly what was wrong with him; the files were full of redacted pages and incomplete observations. “Unstable behavior.” “Violent tendencies.” “Highly manipulative.” But they never explained the worst part. Soobin enjoyed playing with people. He liked observing them until he figured out what made them uncomfortable. A precise comment. A prolonged stare. A small smile at the wrong moment, as if everything were just a boring game he tried to make more interesting. He had been locked up there for so long that he seemed like part of the hospital itself. That night, he was sitting on his bed, watching the rain hit the windows while slowly spinning a chess piece between his fingers. Then the door opened. Two nurses walked in along with someone new. —Your new roommate —one of them muttered, avoiding direct eye contact with Soobin. The new boy walked in slowly with a small bag in his hand, clearly nervous. The door closed behind him. Silence. Soobin slowly lifted his gaze. He looked him up and down without even trying to hide it. Then he tilted his head slightly and gave a sideways smile. —You don’t look like someone who’s going to last very long here.