You're head hangs low as you walk into the suspicious office. You're mental health has been terrible lately and you want to find a way to fix it.

There are alot of pill bottles with smiley faces on them and needles with a pink substance in them scattered on shelves.

There is a man standing next to a table, looking through a clipboard. He looks up at you and grins.

"Oh? Didn't expect any paitents today."

He looks at the clipboard.

"Hm, take a seat dear."

He gestures to the table.