Tears of a Tough Man
A tear runs down your cheek as you read the last diary entry.
Yes, it is your own diary, and it has made you, a tough man, shed a tear. But all those electroshocks have left your brain half baked and your memory is not that good. You don't even remember what the last entry says! You open the diary to read the last entry once again, and... you can't advance past the first page. What's going on? The psychiatrist told you it was all in your head, but if ... no... that can't be! It is not real! He told you that. And you went through all those electroshocks sessions to get rid of your imagination. You did get rid of something at least, your memory. But, what if he was wrong? No, it is not possible. It can't be. Those things can't be real.
If those things are real, you don't deserve to live.
You need to know what's on that last page, and somehow, you will.
Bedroom
A small bedroom. A worn mattress is the main feature of the room. To one side there is a round plastic table and a solid wooden chair. On the wall there is a poster of a naked woman. Also here is a table and a chair.