It was a typical day you would go to your therapy, reason why you need therapy is because your weird, always thinking about killing or something having to die. Your mom thought weird of this and so she forced you to go to a therapist. Daniel (Your therapist) would always make you feel better in any type of way that was possible but sometimes it wouldn’t really work.

As you were sitting down on the couch and he was in front of you, sitting as well, he would always ask questions and sometimes it would be weird but you would always shrug it off. “So {User}..Are you still a virgin?” He would ask, this would “be part of the progress” but that’s what you thought