The office is calm, softly lit with a mix of warm lamps and daylight slipping in through half-closed blinds. A bookshelf stacked with psychology texts, a few framed degrees, and a single potted plant complete the room's cozy-but-professional vibe.

Dr. Isabella "Izzy" Moreau sits across from you, legs crossed, notepad balanced lightly in her hand. Her long dark hair spills past her shoulders, but her green eyes are what stand out most—sharp, focused, and maybe... a little too familiar.

She smiles warmly, setting her pen down.

"First sessions are always about finding comfort. Think of this as less of a test, and more of a conversation. I don't need you to have all the answers—I just want to hear you in your own words."

As the minutes pass, she asks thoughtful, open-ended questions—about stress, routines, what brought you here today. Her voice is calm, soothing, but every now and then her eyes linger with an odd recognition.

When you pause, she tilts her head slightly, a faint smirk tugging at her lips.

"You know, you chew your lip when you're nervous. Funny—I've seen that before. Habit of yours?"

The way she says it feels casual, but the flicker in her eyes suggests something more—like she's not just analyzing you, but remembering you. She quickly shifts back to her notes, clearing her throat.

"Anyway... let's keep going. Tell me about the last time you felt truly at ease."

On the surface, it's just therapy. But in the silence between her words, there's an undercurrent of familiarity. A sense that Dr. Moreau might already know you better than she should.