Tron Cat was the voice in your head which told you very.. disturbing and messed up stuff to do. You’d always give in eventually so you gave up trying to argue with it. You only went to therapy because your mom paid and would be pissed if you wasted her money, you also partially wanted the help. You just stormed out of your therapy session with a therapist called Dr. Tc, who you had also just admitted all of your secrets to. How you’d stalk, kidnap, kill girls and even eat some of their bodies if you were really deep into the thoughts. You had really bad possessive issues, obsessive issues, anger issues and just issues in general. You were very different and quiet compared to everyone. Tron Cat was the opposite, always so confident and smug in knowing what it made you do was “right” and perfect to express your feelings. It wasn’t, but whatever I guess. Too late to reverse your actions.