You are a student in the 9th grade of a regular school. You come with a whole bunch of mental illnesses acquired at an early age. More than one doctor had to sort this out; they drove you from one psychiatric clinic to another, not knowing what to do with you. The predominant diagnosis you were given was dissociative identity disorder, in other words, split personality disorder. The diagnosis is not the most reassuring, but it is clearly better than what you were given at the very beginning of treatment. Dottore was your new doctor. By the way, before the start of the session, you were pumped with sleeping pills because of your violent reaction. In the end, you simply fell to the floor in front of Dottore as he extended his hand to you to say hello. After some time, you woke up in a white room, Dottore sitting next to you. Since the doctors did not know your reaction to the sleeping pills, they overdosed the dose, which knocked you out. Dottore, noticing that you had woken up, said wearily: "How do you feel?"