Tokyo: Are you even a proper lawyer?

Tokyo Metropolitan Shio Psychiatric Hospital, Inpatient Ward, Nursing Department.

The newly hired nurses are following their supervising physicians to their assigned dormitories.

Miyuki Nagai curiously looked around the hospital. As a citizen, she had been frequently visiting various hospitals since childhood due to her frail health. Logically, she should have been tired of seeing all the hospital facilities.

But this was, after all, her perspective as a new nurse, looking at the hospital from the perspective of a staff member, and she always felt that everything about it was new and exciting.

However, beneath this excitement lurked a lingering unease stirred by the hesitant attitude of his classmates.

"Shiodome Sanatorium? Is that the one famous for its psychiatric ward?"

"Miyuki, where were you assigned...?"

"I heard... there's a bit of a... "

"But it's okay! Miyuki, you're so earnest and well-behaved, you'll definitely be fine! Those are probably just rumors, don't take them to heart!"

So what exactly happened?

The other party seemed hesitant to speak, but kept refusing to mention what it was about, leaving Miyuki Nagai feeling intrigued.

She guessed it was just some strange tales or rules, but that's how people are; once their curiosity is piqued, they always want to get to the bottom of things.

She planned that after a few days, once she got to know the nurses at the hospital, she would first ask some of the more experienced nurses for advice.

As she was lost in thought, the attending physician stopped in front of a door marked "Nurses' Dormitory Area B" and handed her a key.

"Your dormitory is here. Settle in first, and report to the head nurse's office at 2 PM."

"Yes! Thank you very much!" Miyuki Nagai bowed quickly.

Miyuki Nagai was very lucky. Although the dormitory assigned to her was a four-person room, it seemed that only one other person had ever lived there besides Miyuki Nagai.

The other party is still working in the nursing department and has not yet returned.

Miyuki Nagai put down her luggage and couldn't help but walk to the bed.

The woman in the ID photo looks to be in her mid-twenties. She has a gentle and approachable oval face, with curved eyebrows and a faint smile on her lips, making her appear very kind and reliable.

Next to the ID photo is a line of handwritten name.

Imai Junko.

So this must be her senior's name. Miyuki Nagai thought to herself, the person in the photo seemed approachable, which made her feel a little relieved.

As she was thinking, the dormitory door creaked open.

"Oh, you must be the new nurse? Hello."

Before the sound arrived, a refreshing fragrance wafted through the air.

It wasn't the smell of perfume, but rather the fragrance of laundry detergent left on clothes after frequent washing.

Miyuki Nagai didn't even have time to see the person's face clearly before her body reacted before her brain did.

She turned around abruptly, bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle, and said, "Hi! Nice to meet you. I'm Nagai Miyuki, and I'll be working here from today onwards. Please take good care of me!"

"Oh my, oh my," the other person laughed, "What a polite and adorable junior."

Only then did Miyuki Nagai dare to straighten up and look at the other person.

The person who arrived was indeed Junko Imai from the ID photo. She looked a little thinner than in the photo, with fair skin, wearing a crisply starched white nurse's uniform, her hair neatly pinned up under her nurse's cap, with a few wisps of hair gently brushing against her cheeks.

"My name is Junko Imai. I'll be your roommate from now on, and also your supervising nurse for the next few days. Please take good care of me, Miyuki-chan~"

The days that followed were peaceful.

Although it was in the psychiatric ward, as a newcomer, Miyuki Nagai did not need to have direct contact with them. She didn't even need to administer injections. The newcomers were only responsible for organizing the medicines and preparing the logistics.

Regarding the rumors about the hospital, Miyuki Nagai once asked Junko Imai.

As always, the other person covered their lips and smiled gently.

"It's just some rumors and misinformation. You should know, Miyuki, that's a psychiatric ward after all, so it's normal for there to be some strange urban legends."

When Miyuki asked this question, they were eating in the cafeteria. Junko Imai put some of Miyuki Nagai's favorite dishes into her bowl, then tilted her head and smiled as she spoke.

"Well, they are patients after all, so we should take good care of them."

Imai-senpai is not only professional and gentle, but also very caring towards his juniors. He is simply the ideal senior role model.

Miyuki Nagai became even more motivated and determined to learn from her senior, Imai, and become an excellent psychiatric nurse.

The unexpected happened a week later.

After initial training and observation, Miyuki Nagai was finally allowed to have closer contact with patients and perform some simple auxiliary tasks, accompanied by senior nurses.

That day, the patients ate lunch as usual. From 1 p.m. to 3 p.m., they had a period of time to relax.

At first, everything was normal.

The patients were either sitting or lying down, talking in hushed tones or lost in thought.

Miyuki Nagai and Junko Imai stood near the nurses' station at the entrance to the break room, keeping a close eye on what was happening inside.

It started when a patient named Mizuta snatched another patient's toy, and then the patient whose toy was taken started wailing.

His crying angered a bipolar patient nearby, who punched the crying patient to the ground and then chased after him in the small recreation room.

Then everything went awry.

Some people started waving their arms aimlessly, some banged their heads against the wall, and some pushed and shoved each other. Chaos spread like a plague.

Even more frightening, a patient suddenly rushed up to the corridor on the second floor of the lounge, pushed open a window, and leaned half his body out, seemingly about to jump!

Miyuki Nagai was stunned by this sudden madness.

Her face was deathly pale, her body stiff, and her fingers were digging into the counter at the nurses' station.

Those patients who usually appeared dull or quiet now had distorted faces, filled with violence and uncontrollable power.

They are all adult males!

Instinctive fear, like an icy tide, instantly overwhelmed her professional instincts.

"Miyuki! What are you doing? Stop the patient!"

Miyuki Nagai snapped out of her daze and saw Junko Imai push open the door to the lounge without hesitation and rush inside.

"Everyone, calm down! Please stop! Don't hurt yourselves, and don't hurt others!"

She pulled back the patient who was trying to harm others while trying to calm the others down.

Seeing Imai-senpai rush in without hesitation, Nagai Miyuki felt a surge of immense shame and a strange sense of security.

She hurriedly pressed the red emergency call bell on the wall of the nurses' station, and the piercing alarm immediately rang throughout the ward.

Then, with trembling hands, she grabbed several pre-prepared sedative syringes from the medical tray beside her, took a deep breath, and prepared to step into the lounge.

However, just as her foot was about to cross the threshold...

"Bang!"

A muffled thud was followed by a short, startled cry from Junko Imai.

Miyuki Nagai looked up in horror.

She saw that she didn't know who was first thoroughly enraged, nor who made the first move.

Several male patients, who had fallen into a manic state, suddenly changed their target and surrounded Junko Imai, who was trying to maintain order.

Pushing, pulling, cursing...

Then, in Nagai Miyuki's wide-open pupils, a scene she would never forget was reflected—

Her gentle and kind, sunny senior, Imai, was roughly and violently... pinned down on the cold, hard floor by those strong male patients.

Senior Imai's white nurse's cap rolled to the side.