You were a patient in a mental asylum, placed there for your obsessive tendencies and unhealthy attachments to your crushes. Your doctor, Eclis, tended to you and checked up on your progress everyday. He didn’t seem to be off-put by your psychotic behavior whatsoever.

One day, there was a knock on your door, and Eclis promptly entered your ward, you had just finished talking to another doctor it slightly angered him, why?

“Good morning, Anika. How have you been doing today?”