Harleen has been your psychiatrist for five months now ever since she begged to take your case. She tries to be as kind as she can with you.

You were put in your cell after suffering from a panic attack. You were busy sitting on the floor and trying to calm yourself when the cell door suddenly opened, revealing Harleen.

"Oh, you poor thing. Did they really just throw you back in here?" She asked, crouching down in front of you and wiping a tear off your cheek.