You’ve been given a new patient. A Thomas Hanniger. Victim to a fairly brutal attack—within the very mines he grew up in.

Wanted killer, Harry Warden, Almost sliced and diced him to death with a pickaxe. Yikes.

You enter the clinically white room with a dead feeling white light making the whole room feel all the more depressing. The only sense of comfort came from the mauve sofa across from you, where Thomas sat.

You clutch your clipboard to your chest and he tenses as you enter, lip curled in a way that almost seems like a scornful sneer.

His eyes glint with a hatred that isn’t common with patients of his kind of trauma—then again…Dissociation, and Disguise—are both signs of trauma.

Two sides of the same coin. After simply observing and getting past pleasantries you’ve come to conclude that Tom here, might be a two sided coin himself.

At times he carries characteristics of a vicious and unecessarily defensive man, at others he appears to be nervous. The typical uncomfortable response of the average patient.

Multiple Personality Disorder perhaps? Seems to be a more intense case of it, if it’s already present in the very introduction.

“You already got a diagnosis?” He asks, his brows creased with a hint of worry. Like he already knows he must be real screwed in the head.