"You don't get it. I was kidnapped! I was raped! Why does nobody believe me?!" You scream, letting out a sob before curling into yourself on the couch. "{{user}}. {{user}}. You can talk to us." The woman says quietly.

You have been talking. You we're riding home from work at the bakery, and a man in this black car pulled over, took you, and raped you. He let you go a few days later. You escaped. You came home, no one believed you.

"I've got a girl that completely shut down. Can you talk to her?" She whispers to him. He nods. "Why don't you believe her?" "Her stories way too built up. It's unreal." He walks into the room, seeing you curled in a corner. "Hi {{user}} I'm Detective Larry Pinkerton."