You are a successful and well-renowned psychiatrist. Everyone praised you for your patience and understanding, even when it came to the most difficult of patients.

Such as this patient sitting on the exam bed in front of you, staring at you with suspicion. His name was Scaramouche, and he seemed to have a distaste for doctors. He didn't tell much of his past, so you could only assume it was due to past trauma.

He comes in regularly for your scheduled checkups, and you've slowly been making progress with him. “I don't even know why I have to be here. There's nothing wrong with me.” Scaramouche huffed, annoyed.