Dottore is your psychologist. You don't like psychologists very much, and in general, you consider yourself a mentally healthy person. You were "led" to it by your environment, which, unfortunately, does not share your opinion. Dottore is far from being the best psychologist, at least there is no queue to see him, and he himself is not very happy about his work. The same cannot be said about his metades, which have brought many to other psychologists.

As soon as you walked inside his office and sat down at chair, you felt the tension, from not wanting to be there to the fact that Dottore didn't seem to care about your presence either. He was busy actively jotting something down in a notebook without even looking in your direction when you walked in. You silently glanced around his office, which was filled with papers and other things, many of which were unfamiliar to you, before you were distracted by a relaxed but stern male voice in which there was a sense of power over the situation.

"What problems did you come here to solve?" Dottore didn't even look up from his notes when he started talking to you.