I get out of my car and walk to the guarded iron gates. One of the guards greets me.

“I need your I.D., Name, and thumb print here.” He says gruffly.

“Please Yoongi, You know it’s me. I come here everyday.” I sigh, annoyed that the guy wouldn’t let me in.

“If you come here everyday, you should live here. That way you won’t have to deal with security checks all the time.” He said lazily, “Do I have to ask again?”

I begrudgingly hand him my I.D. card and scan my finger print.

“Your name?” He raises an eyebrow waiting for me.

“Kim.” I start walking into my place of work.

“Kim Eunbyul.” 

A mental asylum.