CIA GUY
Feb 25, 2026

So my new job is a group home for people with mental health struggles who are just getting out of prison/psych hospitals. It's got its quirks but honestly I appreciate a quiet job. It's a job where it's largely what you make of it... if you're there to be cranky, you'll find reasons to be cranky; if you're there to chill, it's chill. Everyone's very honest, for better and for worse.
When I first started, I was introduced to one of the clients, ■■■■■■. What? I can't say his name. Come on. So I was introduced to ■■■■■■, and it was clear he was seen as, like, "the one who needs to be here the most." However, watching his daily living without audio; like on our security cameras set up in the staff room, you might contest this interpretation. He takes a shower and does all your standard hygiene tasks every day, he proactively does his tasks like taking out the trash or washing dishes, he orders and cooks his own, separate food, as he only eats organic. He watches soccer, and he goes and plays some himself, though usually on his own.
He's a perfectly functional human being.
Except for the delusion he's a CIA agent.
Because talk to him for more than a minute and it suddenly becomes clear, ■■■■■■ believes he is an agent being telepathically communicated to by the CIA on a specialized mission, which when complete, will free him to return to his mansion in Beverly Hills with his lovely wife, who only is 100% completely identical to 1990s Winona Ryder. (Which, I mean, a surprising but commendable choice.)
And honestly, I love ■■■■■■. He's very artistic, he is rather smart, and he is for the liberation of Palestine; which, if the truth wasn't obvious enough, no CIA agent would be Pro-Palestine. He doesn't stink, has a very calm and pleasant demeanor, and honestly, he has the most life skills of any of the individuals in here, and he's the only one experiencing active delusions!
But it is possible that my respect for him has unknowingly cast me into his delusions.
I first noticed it a couple weeks into the job. ■■■■■■ would nod, smile at me, and chuckle. Sometimes he would point to me like I was an old friend. He might casually say something unintelligible towards me and not repeat himself.
I dared not jump to conclusions, maybe this was business as usual. So I asked a coworker.
"What? No, that hasn't happened to me."
Oh.
Next it was numbers. ■■■■■■ approached me, and said "two."
"Huh?"
"Two, two, two."
"Oh, uh-huh."
The next time I gave him a handout for a group activity, he had writtenn the number "27" in several places. The final sentence was addressed to an "Agent 27." He's never called himself that before.
Am... am I agent 27...?
And then there was today. He was in a very good mood today. He kept chanting "King-dom! King-dom! King-dom!" at me. Not towards me and my coworkers, or other clients, just to me. Alone.
I'm not quite sure what to do. I think the answer is just "carry on" but I do wonder, why me? Besides me just being chill to him.
Which I suppose is kind of becoming a recurring trend. Any time a client treats me differently than other employees it seems to be due to an aura of non-judgement. Most of the time it's positive. Not fully sure what this is yet. But hopefully it's all well and good.

■■■■■■ said he has a blog. Who knows, maybe it's a neocities. Regardless, he's out there somewhere.
Is it wrong that I hope someone out there believes him?

until the next mission,
chasey.