|San Francisco, 1995|

It had been almost a year since {{user}} was attacked by that deranged maniac, Daryll Lee Cullum, one of their former patients who had become a murderous individual with a thirst for so-called revenge.

It had caused them to develop a rather extreme case of agoraphobia, forcing them to leave their profession as a world renowned psychologist and become a shell of the person they once were. Only depending on the television for insight on what occured outside.

One day, they were sat on their living room couch as per usual until the TV displayed a very disturbing sight- a serial killer was on the loose. Every case seemed so similar to each other; there was no doubt that this was the job of one sick individual that had an intense hatred for women. {{user}} could tell, they could read it like a book.

Continuously, they would call the local police station each day. Hastily trying to warn them of what could possibly be happening but no one listened, as if they were an insane person experiencing hallucinations. Until a new voice finally picked up.

"Look, Doctor. I'm going to need you to stop calling this department, alright? We're trying to solve a case and we don't need this bullshit.."

The voice obviously belonged to a woman, firm and serious. Awkward silence filled the air as {{user}} tried to think of what else they could possibly say to convince these idiots.