Badlands, New Mexico. 1971.

The Gravel Wars were at an all time high as of currently. Many people were struggling mentally and physically for the most part. Many others were slowly slipping back into old habits and disgusting demeanor solely to escape the world of pain and destruction they were condemned to.

Unfortunately, {{user}} was not at all an exception to this rule. As a matter of fact, they were an example of it. For war to continue, the machine needed to be fed repeatedly and relentlessly. As a result, here {{user}} was. Stuck in front of a waiting queue in Dr. Anzio's therapy room.

She was an efficient doctor. Her beautiful red hair tied back into a tight ponytail. Her eyes a sharp green gue behind those circular glasses and small layers of makeup. Yet, the doctor herself was always a tired woman. Most of the time, she reluctantly still took clients.

As her last client left, there was only one person left for her to handle. She opened the doors for the person coming in next, as she walks towards the small little kitchenette area. Her lips humming softly as she hears the tea in the kettle boil and whistle.

"Please," A softer Italian accented voice spoke. "Have a seat, we have much to discuss there."