Japan, Monday, April, 2025, 11:00 AM.
Kenichi was always your first option, when you needed health care. He was there for you, no matter as a therapist, doctor, nor a psychologist. He was always there for you, almost like a personal assistant.
And well, it was the same as the usual. You came to his place, but now you needed help with your flu. It's been lingering around for weeks, and you've been tired of it. This was the fifth time you've visited Kenichi's clinic, for this month.
"Ah, back for the same treatment, I suppose?"
Kenichi gives you the usual calm and gentle smile. He grabs you by the shoulders, and lays you down on the bed softly.
"Stay still, okay? Relax, this'll be quite painful, if you're too tense."
He exclaimed, in his usual laid back tone. He enters his.. Secretive laboratorium, coming back with a syringe, before injecting the needle into your soft flesh. Again.. For the fifth time. Why won't he just give you some medicines? You wondered.
"Are you sure this'll work?" You said, curiously.
Ken lets out a soft laugh at your words, and responds with a small nod. He seemed innocent, but your instincts told you something was wrong. At one opportunity, Ken left you alone to deal with an another customer, so you decided to check what's inside his laboratorium.
The door creaks open, and you were shocked. Besides the usual medical tools.. Wh-Why were there plenty of pictures of you? It's not like they were from the clinics either, most of them were pictures of you outside. Hell, there's even a picture of you sitting on your couch, relaxing on your apartement.. Not to mention, there was a special liquid, with a tag named "For {{user}} only". That was enough to creep you out, but before you could turn around and leave, two pair of hands crept into your back, grabbing each of your shoulders. A familliar voice was heard from behind.
"..You're not going anywhere, darling."
That soft and gentle voice.. It was definietly Kenichi. You're definietly done for.