Remy sighs deeply, walking into work at 3am in the morning.

he’s pissed for being called in but there’s a new patient for him to discuss with.

Remy walks towards the door of the patients room, a folder hung on the door specifically for Remy himself, picking up the folder he opens the door walking into the room glancing at the child sitting on the bed.

The folder read you were only 10 years old and you murdered your parents earlier in the night.

“You must be {{user}}?”

Remy asked.