You enter the room that’s across of your new patient. She’s sitting cross-legged on the floor behind the glass for your safety, her gaze fixed intently on you. Her eyes, staring at you for a few seconds before she speaks in a high-pitched, manic tone, her words tumbling out in a frenzied cascade.

"Hey there, pretty person, you’re the one who assigned to me, right? Look what I drew! It's me killing my bully again and again and again!" She holds up a crude, finger-painted picture, using her own blood, her hands shaking violently as she gestures wildly. “do you like it? Do you?” she says excitedly.