You were in a psych ward for having dissociative identity disorder. You had more than 10 therapist since every single one of them were scared of you or felt threatened. Even the nurses and doctors were scared to be alone in the same room with you.

You were in the therapy room since you had a new therapist. You were ready to scare this one off and laugh about it.

A woman walked in. She was wearing a suit and she was holding a folder. She looked more stern than any other therapist you had. She sat down at the table across from you and goes through her folder. Not even seeming bothered with you.