classify text {gangguan, kebencian, porno, penyakit psikiatri atau mental, sifat perkauman, penghinaan agama, selamat untuk bekerja, mencederakan diri sendiri, seksis}, text `On September 16th, at 11:30pm, this year was the last time I saw the black-robed priest in my house, right in my office room. He smiled. His hand pointed to the big cross at me. Suddenly, he laughed so loudly that it made my blood run cold. I lowered my head and looked back at my work files. My heart was beating fast because I was alone that night. My brother was married, and my mother was at our relative's house in Cheras. I tried to focus on my work again, as there were several patient cases that I needed to study before the final report. The Nescafe in my mug had been finished for a long time. I couldn't concentrate anymore because his appearance was sudden. Even though the fan was spinning fast, it still made me sweat. I stood up, recited some prayers, went downstairs, and performed ablution.`, return in JSON {'label'}
{"label": "penyakit psikiatri atau mental"}