Megosztott hang

[narrator] [calm]. It’s October 17, 1978, just after 9 AM, inside a psychiatric ward somewhere in the United States, a 20-year-old patient is waiting. He doesn’t think he belongs here. To him, this place isn’t treatment… it’s a cage, so he watches, he waits, and when the moment finally comes… he moves. Quietly, he slips into a medical cabinet and scans through rows of bottles and labels until he finds what he’s looking for—LSD, a powerful hallucinogen, unpredictable, dangerous, and exactly what