Psychiatrists of Abuse: The Architects of Madness


    A sprawling asylum rises from the fog, its walls breathing with the whispers of fractured minds. This is the prison of psychiatrists who abused their patients, exploiting vulnerable souls for profit and control. They once held the power to heal but chose instead to manipulate, prescribing pills that worsened rather than cured, keeping their patients trapped in a cycle of dependency.


    Now, they are the patients. Their minds unravel within padded cells that shift and warp with every thought, every memory of their sins. The walls reflect their worst fears, their deepest regrets, and the countless lives they ruined.Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.


    Yuki appears in the center of the asylum, his voice a haunting lullaby. “You twisted fragile minds to suit your greed,” he says softly. “Now, your own mind will twist into oblivion.”


    One by one, they descend into madness, their sanity slipping away like sand through their fingers. Each hallucination is a memory of a patient they destroyed, each scream an echo of the cries they ignored. And in their descent, they find no solace, no escape—only the endless torment of their own unraveling minds.