Bright.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he started gasping for air due to the nightmare. After panting for awhile, he looked around and saw that he was in a white room... no a box to be more exact. There was nothing inside it, but just him and the empty space. But rather than feeling afraid or lonely, the room gave him a sense of purity. He felt that he was reborn. All his fatigue and mental ailment were dispersed and he was free from the shackles of the world.

Lust. Anger. Sadness. He was no longer bind nor controlled to his emotions anymore.

The box felt seemingly endless for the walls were all made from one colour, meaning no distinction in walls. He decided to walk around. He stood and what he saw confirmed that this wasn't his world. A-arms, legs and his body all have become glowing white particles.

"WAHHH!" He gave out a scream, and then he suddenly remembered...

He sighed in relief. The experiment was successful, he did not turn mad.

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It all started started a few days ago, with him lying on a carpet of his own blood, with a scalpel stuck onto the chest, where a heart should be. Behind him is a lunatic sitting on his office chair, searching through the hospital database.

Is this too fast? Sorry, allow me to do the character introduction.

The man lying in the pool of his blood is Daze. Why the name Daze? This was because his biological parents thought they were having a girl and picked up a name 'Daisy'. But when the mother given birth to a him, they probably decided, 'F* this, its too hard to think of a boy's name, lets just stick with Daisy.' Thus, due to his parents lacking in their vocab, his name became Daisy.

Later on with his life, he became adopted due to several circumstances, he changed his name to Daze. (R.I.P Daisy may we see your name again)

The person he was adopted by the most kind and endearing person in his world. A father figure he never had.

With him, he was happy, never ever having to face the miserable family issue that haunted him while he was young. His foster father was a psychologist, and was one of the country's leading one as well. So the inspired young youth Daze tried to follow in his footsteps of the great person he saw as a father.

Daze graduated to become a psychiatrist to aid his father in his research. However, when he graduated, his father disappeared. Only a letter was left in placed, telling him that he would be doing research for some time. With that, he went to work in a mental institute.

It wasn't so bad. The doctors and nurses were patient and nice, and the patients were at most just tests of patience and nothing more.

However, everything went wrong one year ago.

Daze got a letter from the government. He couldn't believe it. A death certificate... all of his usual calm and relaxed composure shattered in an instant.

Is this really true? that was first thought as he received the devastating blow. His father. His idol. Everything he had ever looked up to was gone. It felt like a hole was torn through his soul. First came resentment, for Daze never gotten to spent the last moments with him, unable to fulfill his dream of working together with him. Next came anguish and despair. He had never felt this way before. Not even for his late mother.

Still, he clung onto false hope. Maybe this letter is for the wrong person, maybe it is just a hoax. He reread the document again. There was no mistake. Tears flowed down his cheeks as flipped over to the second page. It was a letter from his father.

' I should be dead by now. I'm not writing this letter to share sentimental feelings, though it makes me proud to see you followed a path in psychology. There is a limit to how much i can write. The truth is that I want you to fulfill a wish I have. It's absolutely

selfish of me to ask and it's fine if you don't do so. But listen. To create a perfect world, all humans have to become rational beings. Thus I want unlock the mind, to find a way to push humans to the fullest of their capabilities to create a system where there is no more hunger nor suffering. This ridiculous dream, this is what I tried to live my life for, hope that you may take up my legacy.'

After a year of constant overwork, he finally chose to give up on living.

As a psychiatrist he was certain that whatever dark thoughts that went through his mind were mostly all false. He truly did not want to die, but instead wanted to get rid of all those miserable feelings he held onto an entire year. He evaluated his whole life for entire year, and he still couldn't find anything to live for. He no longer had any family, no interests in the opposite sex, had a job that no longer held any appeal to him , and looked like any standard primate in the world, just uglier. It was probably the effects of depression, but he could not care less, he already made a decision. He wrote up his resignation and started packing his things.

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Suddenly, piercing screams shredded the gloomy atmosphere that Daze tries to bring. He peered through his office door, and what he saw scared him the living out of him. One of the mentally ill patient wielding bloodied scalpels standing on a mutilated corpse of a doctor.

And now he was in the previously mentioned predicament.

ChuuChuu! Thought train author is here:

SOOOOO, you really think this is a reincarnation genre fiction now don't you??? Hais, that was why I proposed to skip the character introduction phase, because it will probably scare off all the viewers :"( However, there was this one guy beside me *ahem called Daze who is kindly persuading me to tell you this story properly. If not I'll lose my (Blue) leg and become one of the harem princesses in outlast 2. And yes, my life is being threatened, and NO DAZE IS NOT DEAD.(Daze you puss, fight that lunatic like a real man, your the main character for goodness sake.) HOORAY FOR ANTI-REINCARNATION FICTION STORIES. FEAR NOT DEAR DAZE FOR I, YOUR SLAVE WRITER, SHALT NOT LET YOU DIE CAUSE MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT.

Daze was in tons of pain, suppressing out his making out the smallest groan. Why did this have to happen now of all time. Wrong place, wrong time. But he was fortunate for Daze, the patient tried to stab him at the heart. Daze coincidentally had a special heart condition, which made the position of his heart a few inches below a ordinary person's one. But still, being stabbed in the chest wasn't a good feeling. He couldn't keep up the possum act for long.

'Hold on. When could a lunatic search a hospital database like that?' He stared in amazement at the patient as he skillfully searched and read past patient files through multiple browsers as though he were in some sort of detective dramas.

Daze quickly refocused himself back to his current situation. If he wanted to survive, he had to act now.

Whilst he still held an advantage of surprise along with the patient being distracted, he pushed himself off the ground. He grimaced in pain as more blood continually spewed out of him. Just before the patient could turn around, he slammed his face as hard as he could onto the keyboard. He kept doing so until he could feel all resistance gone. (Daze teaching how to do a proper keyboard faceroll) Then he continued to do so till he felt he was safe. In his near comatose state, he dialed the emergency hotline before slipping unconscious.

When he regained conscious, he couldn't see or move. All he could do was listen to the voice that spoke.

"Sigh, seems like you are awake. Even after your valiant effort against an Enhanced Mind at the hospital, you had to end up here, Mr Coeblack's child. Life is truly cruel to the capable." A low grunt of a man resonated.

Father? Father's name was mentioned. What is this place? Is he related to him? (SY: answers will probably take long before they are given)

"Don't think to much about it. Right now I am going to explain this delicate procedure on what is to be done to you," If there was one thing he was sure of, he was certainly in deep shit.

"I will apologise to you beforehand for bringing you here like this. Now without beating the bush, you are going to be silenced for that things you should not have known, but I'm guessing you wouldn't mind either way right?"

... Whatever, just make it quick and painless.

"However, you can't die just yet, you are going to become one of our test subjects. So allow me to tell you about the test then. What is madness? I suppose you will think its some form of psychology disorder. However... From our sources, it seems that madness is just a body without a soul, driven by his changed rationality to act in instinct. In layman's term, madness is just a person turning into an animal," He gave a pause allowing me to sink in the information, " But the true question that should be asked for all this time is what happens to the soul when one goes mad? Well, you will have the answer soon enough. Whatever you want to do with your life then is up to you. Oh yes, if you ever want answers, please survive and come back."

Wait a minute, Don't tell me you're planning on making me into a lunatic for the rest of my life? What is this even suppose to help you achieve? Tha-that's even worst then death... Daze struggled his hardest, trying to bite his tongue or even bash his brain out, but to no avail.

Footsteps were heard, "Dr. Seff looks like you are here, it's time for him to be sent to the other side."

No... Don't you f*ing dare...Three syringes were shoved into Daze's arm. And with that, the nightmares started pouring in.