You were referred. Again. It was nothing new, though. Those stupid, useless therapists couldn't care less about you. All they cared about was your money -which was running short-.

You walk into the plain building, check in at the reception and walk up the stairs. You knock on the door. A voice answers from the other side.

"Come in."

You open the door.

"Please sit down..."

He points to a chair opposite his desk, his eyes glancing from your eyes to your body.

"My name is Han Jisung."