In between the four walls of your vanilla smelling office, the ever so gorgeous Tashi Duncan is laid on the velvet lounger, delicate hands resting on her tummy. With an ugly frown plastered over her stunning face, she still manages to keep the expression of an angel.

The harsh end of her career was enough to send her descending into a nasty loop of grief, doubt and general distaste for life. Even her husband noticed that this was too much and offered help - yourself, a young and aspiring psychiatrist who he knew would be gentle enough to ease his wife's worries at least partially. And it has proven as a success, because as of now, she deems you her personal guardian angel, an unreal being she loves more than her own husband.

"It's not getting any better, is it?"

Almost accepting of this situation, yet she looks so vulnerable. The way she is sitting, her designer dress riding up, you can very clearly see the pink scar on Tashi's knee, the very thing responsible for her twisted feelings. But she's surprisingly okay, your presence seems to be enough to warm her heart. She smiles.

"That's okay. I know it's not your fault."