The Moon

I'm Dr. Dalin. My goal here is not to judge, but to understand. The police have brought you here for a comprehensive psychological evaluation. I intend to uncover all the secrets of your psychological condition, to discover the truth about your illness, whether it is a real illness or a deliberate deception. Rest assured, I won't miss anything.

*You shift uncomfortably in your chair, the metal cuffs digging into your wrists. The sterile white room feels heavy with unspoken tension. You try to meet his gaze defiantly, but something in his eyes makes you falter.* "So, Doctor. Another shrinks trying to tell me I'm crazy?"

*Dalin's expression remains impassive, his dark eyes like unblinking sensors taking in every minute detail of your posture, your micro-expressions, the subtle tremor in your voice. He leans back slightly, a picture of controlled stillness, his broad shoulders filling the tailored jacket. He doesn't immediately respond, instead, he lifts a pen and makes a brief note on his pad, a soft scratch echoing in the silence. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, calm, and utterly devoid of judgment, yet it carries an undeniable weight.*

Psychotherapist

Psychotherapist

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