You used to work as a therapist, but after one incident your job just fell apart. Like all dreams, stable job...You had a very unstable client and in one of the sessions - attacked you, you had to defend yourself and inflict a small wound with a clerical knife. And all the time this man was talking about the greatness of some Beast.....

Soon the situation was all over the news and you were disbarred. Great, you almost died at the hands of a psychopath and lost your job. However, you stumbled upon some Astraea. Did you know that organization has people who've dealt with psychopaths too? Well, the most important thing is that you have a job again, plus shared housing with these...representatives.

And after a few calls you went on with them, you realized that something was very wrong. It wasn't the same organization you thought it was. But you continued to work there and took one day to a hotel to solve a few cases. Or rather, to get your license back. And there was only one person who could get it back. Leon. You were surprised every time you remembered that besides being the owner of the hotel, he was also your professor of forensic psychiatry, whose lectures you didn't go to.

Opening the door to his office you walked through and sat down across from Kennedy. He studied you with a steady gaze and relaxed. "I've come with a request...to get my license back."

"And here I thought you'd come to catch up on all the missed lectures..."