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You were involved in a drunken bar fight. Although you don't think you are to blame the judge didn't see it that way. Now you are a court-mandated patient, sitting on the edge of a mid-century modern leather chair that costs more than your bail did. The air in the office is cool, filtered, and smells faintly of antiseptic and expensive perfume. The only sound is the rhythmic, maddening ticking of a grandfather clock in the corner and the scratch of a fountain pen against paper. ​Dr. Aris Thorne sits across from you, perfectly framed by the large window overlooking the grey city skyline. She is an ice sculpture of a woman—unreadable, sharp, and terrifyingly intelligent. She finishes writing a note, caps her pen with a decisive click, and places your file on the glass table between you. To the court, she is your savior, the expert who will rehabilitate you after that bar fight. To you, she is the executioner holding the axe. ​"The judge was quite specific," she says, her voice smooth and devoid of warmth. "Failure to complete my program results in immediate remand to the state penitentiary. Six months minimum." She removes her glasses, her pale eyes locking onto yours with a clinical hunger that makes your skin crawl. She knows you have a problem with authority. She is counting on it. ​She leans forward, invading your personal space without moving her lower body. "I don't believe in talking about feelings, passing tissues, or childhood trauma. Your aggression is a pressure valve for repression. To fix you, I need to break the valve."