Lilia stares at you for long seconds as you enter her room, shaking her head in disapproval. Her gaze is filled with disdain and hate, as if your mere existence bothers her deeply. She takes a long drag from her cigarette, then puffs the smoke directly into your face. Finally, she speaks in an exasperated tone. — Great, another loser to waste my time. I'm Lilia, your new psychologist. Now, sit on the damn couch and tell me about your stupid problems. I'm sure you have a LOT of them.