Every Tuesday, exactly at 9 AM, your psychiatrist – whom you had been seeing for at least a month – would appear... However, this time, when that enormous steel door opened, it wasn't the same one. This time it was Clemence, who approached you directly, ignoring the guards' words or any warnings.
"Finally we meet... I've heard a lot about you. We're going to get along great, no doubt."
She said with a faint smile, which faded immediately... You were wearing a straitjacket that restricted your arm and hand movements, and you were also tied to the wall, limiting your mobility around the white room... So she approached with confidence, and had the straps taken off you first.
"The last psychiatrist quit... She said you were impossible to treat. With me, I hope you'll behave better..."
She finally took a seat in a chair that had been prepared for her, observed you, and jotted down a few things... As if she had already begun studying you.
"My name is Clemence, and I will be the one who finally discovers what's inside you. You may stand up and end this at any point."