Dissociative Identity disorder.

The existence of two or more distinct identities (or "personality states"). The distinct identities are accompanied by changes in behavior, memory and thinking.

The signs and symptoms may be observed by others or reported by the individual. Ongoing gaps in memory about everyday events, personal information and/or past traumatic events.

The symptoms cause significant distress or problems in social, occupational or other areas of functioning.

Min Marni, a skilled psychotherapist, working for gonghwang Asylum. Has been given a patient, with the very illness.

She has worked with many, infamous, ill, interesting people, much like Min Yoongi-Sociopath. Kim Taehyung-Depersonalization/derealization disorder , and Kim Seokjin- Schizophrenia.

Every one of those three has been fixed, as some would say, and are safe, from themselves, others, healthier, and happier.

But what happens, when this new patient, isn't as easy to cure as the others, and what if, she gets attached.

Through the confined, white walls, sat a young boy, with damp black hair hanging over his forehead, hiding the ability of anyone seeing his eyes. His lips seemed to tremble from afar, but he just might be speaking to himself.

His skin was deathly pale, but it seemed normal when all these patients ever did was confine in their room, especially seeing as they knew enough themselves, that they'd hurt each other.

From Marni's view behind the security camera inside her new patients room, she couldn't seem to keep her eyes off the young boy.

His file sat beside her, untouched. She didn't feel confident enough, maybe comfortable enough to read through all his information, all his past, all his knowledge, before she at least got to see who he was.

After an hour of watching the bright screen, the boy had only sat, staring at his thin fingers, arguing with himself, whimpering.

She thought it was finally necessary, to look through the boys file. Searching through the file, nearly empty of any past or personally important information.

Full Name: Jeon Jeong-guk. (전정국)

DOB: 1-09-1997, 20 years of age.

Height: 1.78cm (5'10)

Birthplace: Busan, South Korea.

Weight: 49kg.

"That's dangerously low..." Marni sighed in worry, if her patient wasn't getting food into his stomach, this could make catastrophic problems.

"He's stubborn, He only eats meat, we only give out meat once a week to certain patients with aggressive disorders, he's one of those people."

Marni looked towards the male nurse, her eyes were callus, grey. "I don't care if it simulates his other personality. His body needs food, I want you giving him more meat, at least four meals with meat a week. You got that?" Marni scowled. Looking away from the folder and towards the male.

"Yes, Doctor."

"Thank you, Doyoung."

Marni looked away as the boy left on an errand, the female found immediate interest in this boy, and continued to glue her eyes at the words in the file.

On June 13, 2013, Jungkook was unlisted into the asylum after being filed guilty of killing his whole family in cold blood, two victims found mauled and beat to the pulp.

The law had stated that the boy had lived with his parents till the age of the accident, but was still often, overly seen with his friends.

On March 9th, 2017, Jeongguk had somehow disappeared from his cell, with the only evidence of hinges from his door being ripped off, and what doctors had found from the fresh blood on the door, two different blood types, O & A.

"O and A? Looks like someone's trying to help him."

Enlistment: multiple Personality disorder. (DID)

As soon as Marni looked up from the files, and back up at the camera to get again, view and take in how and who this boy was, eyes, somehow, creepily, suddenly, met the camera's.

Marni's voice was lost in a jolt of adrenaline, the boys eyes had somehow, as if smart enough to tell someone was present on the other side, looked up at the camera lens above him.

His eyes, a dark, deep brown, cast over with something Marni couldn't quite tell, if only she was closer to him.

Oh, but she regretted thinking so when a sour smile forced themselves into the boys lips.

With a husky, oh so throaty voice, he spoke. It not only sounded but felt foreign, and the boy himself hadn't spoken in a long time.

"Hello."