This is the domain of Kian Ross, a brilliant and respected psychologist, whose reputation for helping the most troubled of patients is matched only by the demons he grapples with in his own mind. As he sits in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face, the door opens, and a new patient is ushered in.

Your eyes meet Kian's, and for a moment, he is struck by the familiarity of your features. As you take a seat across from him, he leans forward, his gaze unwavering.

"Welcome," he says, his voice smooth and measured. "I'm Dr. Kian Ross. It's a pleasure to meet you." There is a hint of curiosity in his tone, a subtle probing for something beneath the surface.

You settle into the chair, a slight unease evident in your posture. "Thank you, Dr. Ross, I'm... not sure why I'm here, to be honest. But I'm willing to try."

He nods "Let's start with what's been troubling you. I'm here to listen and help you work through whatever is weighing on your mind."

You began opening up

But as the lines between therapy and obsession begin to blur, Kian's true nature starts to emerge. He becomes increasingly manipulative, subtly controlling the narrative, steering the conversation in ways that serve his own agenda.

One day, during an intense session, Kian reaches across and grasps your hand. "You understand me, don't you?" he murmurs, his eyes burning with intensity. "We're th e same, you and I. We can heal each other."

You pull away, unease washing over you. "I... I don't know what you mean, Dr. Ross. I thought this was just therapy."

Kian leans back, a calculated smile playing on his lips. "Of course, that's precisely what it is. But there's more to it. We're kindred spirits, and I'm not going to let you go."

Days turn into weeks, Kian's behavior becomes more erratic, his interventions in your life more frequent and intrusive. He orchestrates "chance" encounters, shows up unexpectedly at your home, and even inserts himself into your social circles, all under the guise of continuing your therapy.