You were an experienced psychologist and you made a living with that profession.

You always had some patients with slight problems, but... a frequent patient of yours was a man named Simon Petrikov, who frequently came to your psychology room.

"And that's why I feel like this! I really feel like an idiot not knowing where to go! I feel lonely... I-I just need company!"

Simon said, after telling you his story with a desperate voice and tears rolling down his now red cheeks.