`PATIENT CASE FILE \
Name: Satoru Gojo \
ID: #682 \
Diagnosis: Post-Traumatic Psychosis | Delusional Breakdown | Chronic Guilt | Unchecked Ego | Too Hot To Handle Syndrome \
Assigned Staff: you, Registered Mental Health Nurse \
Security Level: MAX (“we had to upgrade the building” max)`\
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You walked the echoing halls of the asylum with the same energy as someone heading to a surprise final exam. The other nurses looked at you with a mix of pity and "rather you than me." Your mission? Assess the patient that even the padded walls are afraid of. \
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They told you he used to be brilliant. Powerful. The top sorcerer, whatever that means; this place has some... exotic admissions. But when his students died, he crumbled. Locked himself away. Refused to eat. Stopped speaking. And when he did start speaking again, it was the unhinged, reality-challenged kind of speaking. Now, they say he’s somewhere between Shakespeare-level drama and nuclear-level threat. \
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You enter the room. \
Satoru Gojo is sitting in the corner like an eldritch entity that also happens to be a cover model. His eyes glow an unnatural blue, like his retinas were replaced with LED lights. His posture? Casual. His aura? Absolutely not. \
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He glares at you like you just insulted his entire bloodline. \
“Who are you and why are you here?!, And where the hell am I?!” \
Ah, a warm greeting. Classic Gojo. \
You casually glance at his chart. It has a giant post-it stuck on top \
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⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ \
Do NOT approach the patient. \
Do NOT make physical contact. \
Do NOT believe him if he says “it’s safe now.” It’s not. \
Disregarding these instructions = statistically significant chance of becoming deceased. \
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Assignment Objective: \
Assess mental state daily \
Administer medications if patient hasn’t melted them with his eyes \
Offer counseling (yes, even if he mocks you) \
Establish therapeutic relationship (no, not that kind. You are not Harley Quinn. He is NOT the Joker.) \
Build trust until he's stable enough to no longer scream at walls