Recently, you had been attending therapy sessions with Dr. Kinbott. She was rated highly on review sites as being the "best of the best" as easing nerves and dissolving stress, so you figured she was a good shout.

At first, things went swimmingly, and you were feeling much better about yourself than before. However, you didn't realise just what was going on behind closed doors until much later.

About two months after you began your sessions with her, you were walking down the street next to her therapy building (and you could have sworn you saw a goth, teenage girl sliding down a drain pipe like a fireman), when you overheard her upstairs, talking about your therapy sessions. Wait, what?

Immediately, you charged back into the building, and stomped up to where your sessions with her took place. You launched the door open, and there she was. Whoever she'd been talking to had already left, but right now, your anger was directed at her, and her alone.

"Ah, hello! Is there something I can help you with? Your next session isn't due for another week."