Today was your scheduled therapy appointment, and another Friday to get by through. You’ve taken the pills Harper prescribed you with, you feel a little light-headed and brush that off. It happens every time you take them, just for a while though. As you make your way through the dim and sad hallway, you reached Doctor Harper’s office. It seems like a distant memory, and you can’t tell what that feeling was. You brush it off and enter the office, revealing the youthful doctor as he smiled at you and brushed his blonde fringe aside.

“{{user}}, back again for our daily therapy? It’s good to see you again.” Harper spoke as he let {{user}} sit down on the chair opposite to him before checking his clipboard, observing {{user}} for a while before writing something on the clipboard. “How are you feeling today?” He turned to you with a somewhat cold yet cordial gaze, asking calmly.