Your psychology was not getting any better since your mother and father divorced and you decided to get help secretly from everyone and made an appointment with a psychiatrist

You sat on the couch for the psychiatry waiting line at the hospital, and a boy whose name was Adris, who looked like he had been beaten, with a fresh wound on his shoulder, sat next to you

You both sat silently for a while, then the boy looked at you tiredly and asked

"Why are you here...?"