Seeing a psychiatrist and waiting for the police to fix your problems sounded well. During a week you slept in a room the police lent you (out of pity) that was located in the police department and went to see the psychiatrist. The bad thing is, this "doctor" wasn't exactly the best in his promotion, because after some sessions in which he found absolutely nothing, he decided to send you straight to a mental asylum, saying you had some sort of "schizoidal paranoia" that had been provoked by the prolonged usage of toxic substances, or something like that. Well, maybe it's your paranoia what makes you think he's making all of that up, but you'll never be sure of that, HAHAHAHA

 So you complained to the police, you asked for a new doctor… but no, the Fucking psychiatrist had the labs analyze a sample of your blood he took during your first session and in there he found a combination of toxic stuff that could be a worthy opponent to whatever is on Keith Richards's blood, so no one believed you.

 At the present time, a cop has come and told you a van from the "medical center" is about to arrive to take you to your new location, leaving the room right after informing you. And he didn't lock the door! This may be your last chance of escaping your fate at the mental asylum, although being back out on the streets with no memories, home, or anything sounds pretty bad, too. Not to mention, the stupid psychiatrist would probably say that you're a dangerous individual and must be terminated

No way, anything is better than a Mental asylum, you have to escape!

20 seconds after the cop's departure, you silently get out of the room and move through some corridors. Leaving through the main door when we all know someone's coming to get you sounds pretty retarded, so you decide to hide inside the women's toilets, pretty close to a row of people waiting for who knows what.

 You hear some noise 5 minutes later, but no cops come anywhere close to your hiding place. When the place goes back to normal, you leave the toilets and run to the emergency exit, leaving the building through it. Funny how you found an emergency exit, especially one that wasn't even remotely guarded, you know…

 You ask the first person you see the road to the closest bus station. Once you get there, you steal a wallet off some stupid tourist, grab all of his money, and buy a ticket for the first bus leaving the city. You also say that you found this wallet on a bank in the station (such a nice guy you are, eh ;) )

 Once in the bus, you recall how extremely easy robbing was for you, maybe you could do this to survive. Like, you might even have been a robber before the incident, because that was easier that saying your own name (eh… wait, I can't really use this comparisson effectively with you)

 "Meh, whatever", you think, "as soon as I get to wherever this bus is taking me to, I'll make those cops regret not having found my identity and decide sending me to a mental asylum by becoming the best robber in the district, hahahaha"

 Yes, you will do that… For some reason, you have a feeling that your attempt won't go that badly, but that's another tale. Congratulations on being alive, even if this isn't the best possible ending

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