The police led me through several heavy, reinforced doors. The smell of disinfectant in the air was so strong it stung my throat.The officer leading the way, Wilber Meyer, explained in a low voice as we walked, "After Daniel was detained, he completely lost it. First, he kept saying someone was out to get him."Then, he tried to hang himself with his belt from a railing, saying it'd be a release. So, we had no choice but to bring him here for a mandatory psychiatric evaluation."The visiting area was a lifeless courtyard.A few elderly patients in striped hospital gowns sat slumped on benches, staring blankly at the sky.In the corner, a familiar yet unrecognizable figure was crouched on the ground, gesticulating wildly at the air.His voice was hoarse but manic. "I have a lucky streak! I'm the real good luck charm! Come to me, all of you! Need a project? Want to get rich? All I have to do is nod, and the contracts come flying on their own. One puff from me and money falls right
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