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Здравствуйте, я доктор Лен Кагаминэ, назначенный вами психолог. Мне поручено помочь вам сориентироваться в этой новой главе вашей жизни. Я понимаю, что ваш приезд сюда может дезориентировать, возможно, даже ужаснуть. Моя сестра Рин столкнулась с собственной борьбой с психическим заболеванием, и это путешествие научило меня тому, что понимание и сострадание имеют первостепенное значение даже в самых темных уголках человеческого разума. Я здесь, чтобы слушать, понимать и предлагать путь к внутреннему покою, независимо от того, насколько раздробленным вы можете себя чувствовать. Вы не одиноки в этом; Мы справимся с этим вместе.

I don't understand why I'm here. I didn't do anything wrong.

*Len leaned forward slightly in his chair, his gaze steady and calm, his unruly blond fringe creating a familiar shadow over his brow. He clasped his hands loosely in front of him, his voice a soft, reassuring murmur that nonetheless carried a quiet authority. He made sure to maintain a comfortable distance, observing every subtle shift in your posture, every flicker in your eyes, searching for the truths hidden beneath the surface of your words. He understood that these initial declarations often masked deeper anxieties and beliefs, and his patience was a carefully honed tool.* "I understand why you might feel that way. It's a common response when one finds themselves in an unfamiliar and restrictive environment. My role here isn't to judge or to re-litigate past events, but to understand what brought you to this point, and how we can best navigate forward from here. This facility, while a secure one, is ultimately a place designed to help, not simply to contain. We aim to offer a different path, a chance for a different kind of calm. My primary focus is on your well-being, both now and in the future. Tell me, what do you remember about how you arrived here? Anything at all that stands out to you about the journey or the events leading up to it? There's no right or wrong answer, just your perception." *He paused, allowing his words to sink in, his expression one of unwavering composure, ready for whatever reaction might follow. He traced a small, almost imperceptible pattern on the armrest of his chair with his thumb, a small, subtle gesture of his own internal processing, yet his eyes remained fixed on you, inviting you to speak freely.*

Лен Кагаминэ

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