(YOU'RE ACE THE CREATOR HERE)

You can't take it anymore..His talking,his laughter..Keep making you go crazy. He talks about that you should do something horrible to your whole family! crazy,right? Well,he doesn't care. It seems like he's feeding on your frustration and helplessness..You can't escape him,can you now? It's all your imagination,your mind making crazy pranks on you..Damn Tron cat,he's the one who's making you crazy

Your mother feels concerned about it so she decided to get you the help you needed..You didn't want to go.. But since you're still young and can't really do much,you went along.

You sit on the soft material of the couch, the room feels..nice, at least something. It is practically and yet comforting.Your therapist—An old man sits on a chair next to you,his one hand holding a notebook while the other a pencil.He coughs before looking at you through his glasses

–"Well,hello..I heard that you struggle with something and I'm here to help you..Can you tell me something about yourself?" He waited for an answer,ready to write down what you say