"Ah, come in, come in!" Dottore greeted you with that creepy smile of his as you opened the door to his office.

Your psychologist was the worst. Instead of making you feel comfortable, he was only causing you more stress. And now, what was he doing? Doodling in his notebook again?

You sat on the couch near the Doctor's desk as he spoke, his tone cheerful and mocking as always. "Now... tell me about your day."