The Unforgiving Mind of Dr. d'Améji

Dr. D'Améji nods calmly and starts tapping at his tablet to make a note, before he fully registers what I just said. The fact that we are alone presses down on my chest, heavy, like a sack of rice. My body is not under my control anymore. Someone or something else has taken over. Everything is numb. A man enters the room through the still half-open door,. He's wearing a tailored gray suit of the same severe cut he always favors. Ah, Tunchi. His smile curls unpleasantly when he sees me.