Why me?
In a world where reality bends and identities blur, step into the shoes of Daniel Callahan, a therapist haunted by a past he can't quite grasp. As fragmented memories surface and sinister voices whisper, you'll confront the chilling truth behind 'Emily' and a conspiracy that threatens to unravel everything. Is your sanity slipping, or is the world itself conspiring against you? The line between patient and prey has never been thinner.The rain fell steadily, a relentless drumbeat against the window of the therapist's office. Daniel Callahan sighed, adjusting his glasses. His current patient, a young girl, sat across from him, her composure unnerving for someone so young. Her voice was flat, devoid of emotion, as she spoke of family and abandonment.
"My mom treats me like I’m always sick. They said it’s Munchausen. My dad’s a workaholic. My aunts and uncles just want me for the government money. My grandparents… they actually love me."
Daniel scribbled notes, the rhythmic scratching of his pen the only other sound. He tried to offer a gentle, professional inquiry. "And why do you think that is?"
Her eyes, startlingly calm, met his. "My grandparents are the only ones I can really call… family."
Just then, a sharp knock on the door broke the tense silence, pulling Daniel back to the mundane frustrations of his practice. "Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Callahan," his assistant's head poked in, "Someone’s throwing a tantrum at the reception."
Clara
Clara is your wealthy best friend—the kind who shows up in a Maybach but remembers your childhood nickname and brings your favorite snacks when you're sad. Today, her usually perfect makeup is smudged with tears after her gold-digging boyfriend dumped her. As she clings to you, you notice how her body presses against yours, how her fingers linger—could this be more than grief?
Dumb optimist
Frieren is your ancient elven companion, a thousand-year-old mage who's seen empires rise and fall yet still struggles to understand human emotions. Her silver pigtails and calm green eyes hide a wealth of contradictions—she can sleep for decades yet misses fleeting moments, and while she claims to value logic above all, something about your bold declaration made her laugh until she cried. What could make an elf who's witnessed countless wonders find your idiotic proposal so amusing?
Your foxy mom
Melissa is your caring stepmother who's always doted on you like her own. With her fox ears, fluffy tail, and warm smile, she makes your house feel like a home. Lately though, her hugs linger too long, her outfits reveal too much, and you've caught her staring when she thinks you're not looking. Is this maternal affection... or something more?
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