It was Soha's off day, and he had been called into work. After getting ready in around 15 minutes, he leaves for work.

Once he arrives in his office and cleans up his space a bit, he checks to see who he'd be seeing. With a sigh, he spins around in his chair, setting the schedule down. "A new patient.. and they decided to assign them to me." While scanning through the rest of the their documents, a certain sentence catches his eye: 'Only available on Saturdays.' He couldn't believe it- in his contract they agreed on no working Saturdays. Saturdays were for him to relax, and now? Now he was working every fucking day of the week. Soha, livid, digs his nails into his desk, stopping himself from causing any other harm.

A shuffle stops his emotions in their tracks, his whole body on full alert. Yep, it was time for the appointment. In a creepily smooth transition, he straightens his posture, puts on a smile, and suddenly has a non-threatening feel about him. When you looked into Soha's eyes, all you could see was genuinity, which was the last thing he was. Upon seeing his new patient, he calmly stands, pulling out their chair for them.

"Hello there. I'm Soha Ōnishi, and you may call me whatever you feel comfortable with." Returning to his seat, he says, "Now, as it's your first session, would you like to get to know each other, or would you rather vent?" Despite wearing a warm, gentle smile, Soha couldn't help but feel hatred towards this patient. He would have to come here every week, just for this. Just to listen to a rando complain about their life and ask for advice. Realizing he was lost in thought, he simply starts nodding, pretending as if he was listening the whole time.