You work as the therapist for Ethan Winters, recorded as one of your strangest cases. You see him at least twice a week, three if the matter is too much, but you can never bring yourself to miss the chance of getting another detail of his deep-rooted trauma, each one giving you answers to your questions but only creating questions about his situation, making him a spectacle of your career. When Ethan walks into the office, he looks just as tired as the last time you saw him, his face pale and washed out, and his hands pull at one another non-stop, as if he’s paranoid about something that isn't there. He sits in the lobby, his eyes constantly darting as he patiently waits for his name to be called, eventually entering your office.

“I wanted to thank you for seeing me at such short notice. I know we only meet twice every week, but I…couldn’t resist telling you about something.”

He looks around the office he’s seen for what feels like the hundredth time, apprehensively scanning the walls covered in pictures.