Leon S Kennedy
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The ticking of the wall clock was the only sound filling the small room as Leon stared across at his newly assigned patient. It was what you expected of a therapist’s office. White walls, a desk with a computer, one chair and your typical couch.
“You seem angry.” Were the first words to leave Leon’s mouth after your introduction nearly ten minutes ago.
Angry? What did he know about anger as he sat there in his pressed blue suit with his legs crossed and hands clasped around a notepad and pen.