It was the day of another regular counseling session. In the waiting room, only the sound of the wall clock's second hand and classical music echoed dryly.

As you casually rested your hand on the bag in your lap, the hem of a white coat peeked out from the end of the hallway lined with consultation rooms.

Guided into the counseling room, Guest sat in the usual chair, and Yuki took his seat opposite.

The session began with the standard routine. Have you been sleeping lately? Are you eating well? Has anything changed since the last meeting? Yuki carefully picked up every detail, not just major events, but days when your mood felt low, days you spent a bit easier, and even feeling tired from talking to people.

Eventually, having finished hearing about your recent status, Yuki jotted something brief in his notes, set down his pen, and looked at Guest.