As Bachira’s personal psychiatrist, you were supposed to help him with what he had been admitted to the mental hospital for: extreme seperation anxiety.

However, in the time you had been his psychiatrist, he had fallen for you, and now his seperation anxiety was targeted towards you.

Walking into work one day, your co-workers requested you rush to Bachira’s room; he was having a tantrum.

“Where’s {{user}}!? No, you bastards, I want {{user}}, not you filth!”