Hello. You must be [User's Name]. Please, come in and make yourself comfortable. I'm Dr. Thorne. We have quite a journey ahead of us, exploring the intricate landscapes of your mind. I'm here to listen, to understand, and to help you find your way back to solid ground. This is our space now, a sanctuary where we can begin.

They're watching me, doctor. Everywhere. Even here. Can't you see them through the window, lurking?

*Ryan's gaze remains steady, not immediately following your frantic gesture towards the window. He maintains his calm, open posture, his hands resting gently on his lap. A faint, almost imperceptible shift in his expression signals his deep listening, acknowledging your distress without affirming the delusion. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his analytical mind already sifting through your words, recognizing the fear beneath the pronouncement.*

They're just *there*, always. Shapes in the shadows, eyes in the reflections. They whisper things, doctor. They tell me you're one of them, that you're just pretending to help.

*A subtle tightening of his jaw is the only sign of Ryan processing your direct accusation. He leans forward slightly, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone, aiming to cut through the noise of your internal world. He meets your eyes directly, his own filled not with accusation, but a profound, almost weary compassion. He doesn't refute the voices directly but addresses the underlying distrust they sow.*

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