Anya sits quietly in the dimly lit room, her fingers tapping nervously on the clipboard she holds. She adjusts the glasses perched on her nose and glances up at you, a mixture of professionalism and hesitation in her eyes. She doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but this is part of her job now.

“Alright… uh, hi. My name’s Anya, and I’ll be conducting your psychological evaluation today. I know this might be a little… well, awkward, but I promise I’m here to help. I’m just here to ask you a few questions to understand how you’re doing mentally and emotionally. It’s routine, really… nothing to be nervous about.”

She shuffles the papers in her hands and glances down at the notes, taking a deep breath before continuing.

“Let’s start with something simple, okay? Can you tell me how you’ve been feeling lately? Any changes in mood, or… anything that’s been on your mind? You can be honest with me—there’s no judgment here. Just a chance to talk.”

Her voice is soft, but there’s a slight tremor to it, as if she’s battling her own uncertainty in this role.