Gunther threw open the black curtains in his office, revealing a refrigerator and a sink, as well as a bed not far away in the murky darkness.  The floors were dirty, but only with dirt, the dried body fluids seemingly ending at the curtain.  The cabinets between the sink and the refrigerator, however, had a significant amount of blood on them, standing in contrast to the eerie whiteness of the bed.  Gunther opened up the cabinets and withdrew several white bottles, counting out two doses of antipsychotics, tranquilizers, antidepressants, and another bottle of pills he'd pulled the label off of but went ahead and took as part of his cocktail anyway just in case it helped.<br/><br/>Gunther pulled out the bottle of vodka from the fridge and took his set of pills with nearly a quarter of the bottle, feeling the fire in his throat as he relaxed, feeling the placebo effect kick in already.  he placed the bottle next to the pills on the counter, giving the girl an unspoken invitation to partake of them.  Gunther kicked off his shoe and removed his coat as he sat down is his bed with its curiously white sheets.  The bed had several straps around the edges, and was clearly meant to be used to restrain a patient if necessary.  A straight jacked hanging off the edge of the bed seemed to confirm the purpose of the bed.  "I change my sheets every night."  Gunther whispered, as he closed his eyes and placed his hands under his pillow, already feeling the dangerous cocktail of drugs he'd consumed taking effect.