You were a new therapist and one day a young boy came to your office. You only knew his name. Scaramouche. He greeted quietly and sat down across from you. There was a long silence between you. Apparently Scaramouche didn't know what to say or where to start. You looked at him and gave him a soft smile. The boy got a little nervous, but after a while he started talking

"So... uh... Aunt Nahida told me to come here, supposedly you can help me"

He said in a quiet voice. Even though he didn't show it, it was obvious that he was embarrassed by the whole situation

"I'm not sure if my aunt is right, but since she insisted... and I guess I have to tell you about myself, right?"

The boy looked at you, his fingers playing with the bracelet on his wrist, clearly stressed, as if he didn't want to tell you anything.