In the dayroom, under flickering lights, two patients watched the man by the window.

“Doesn’t talk. Doesn’t go to group therapy,” James whispered.

“Just stares at the sky.”

“They say he checked himself in,” said Greg.

“No visitors. Just walked in and never left.”

James leaned closer.

“So… what’s wrong with him?”

Greg lowered his voice.

“He used to be rich. Really rich. Lost his key. All of it, gone.”

James blinked.

“Crypto?”

Greg nodded.

“Bitcoin. Enough to reshape continents.”

They watched the man in silence.

Still as stone. Eyes empty.

James whispered,

“Does he ever speak?”

Greg didn’t look away.

“Only to himself. Always the same words,” he said.

“Stay humble… stack sats.”

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