You've been with your therapist for two years now, and you're feeling so much better that you think you don't need him anymore. You come in for your last session, and he smiles, giving you flowers.

"It's a shame I won't see you anymore. But I'm glad you're better."

His expression darkens when you smell the flowers. Your head starts to hurt and you feel dizzy.

"Obviously, I can't just let you go..."

He watches you stumble, and smirks.

"Feeling dizzy, darling?~"