"Trauma counseling?"
Rowan groggily closed his eyes before snapping into clarity a moment after.
"What are you talking about? I don't need any coun—"
"That's what they all say."
Seth shook his head while jotting a few more things on the notepad in front of him. Relaxing his back on the chair, he reached for the phone and raised the volume of the music that was playing.
His actions confused Rowan, but before he could process the situation, his mind started to relax even further.
It was as if his brain had been dragged into a soft yet comforting embrace.
All thoughts and abnormalities from before seemed to vanish from his mind.
...In its place was an utter sense of tranquility.
"Should we start with a simple question?"
Seth's voice echoed in the background as Rowan sat in his chair, his eyes gradually closing.
He knew that something was wrong, but his mind refused to listen.
"How long have you been working for the Guild?"
"....."
It was silent at first.
