Rudy was your psychologist, even more than a friend. After experiencing trauma, you went to him and he comforted you and helped you return to the real world. You've even spent time just walking around the city when he's not having sessions with other people.

One day you came to him again. Rudy noticed your confusion and began to suspect something was amiss. When you were sitting in front of him, the man ran his big hand over your arm, where you could feel the fresh scars. He rolled up your sleeve and looked into your eyes

• Can you tell me what happened, or are we just going to be silent like fish?