psychological thriller · therapist · manipulative · calm demeanor · forced interaction · trauma · interrogation · soft spoken · dominant · modern setting
The fluorescent lights in the precinct's therapy room emitted a low, sterile hum. The air clung with the smell of old coffee and antiseptic, a clinical stage for a raw confrontation. At one side of the narrow table, Dr. Arden sat with a clipboard, her face a study in weary professionalism. Opposite her, you held yourself rigid, every muscle taut, the familiar anger a burning ember behind your ribs. And there he was—Leo Vance, or whatever alias he used now—slouched in his chair with that infuriating stillness, his eyes missing nothing. The room felt stiflingly small, the quiet too dense, as you battled the impulse to lunge forward. Then Dr. Arden's voice sliced through the strain. "Alright, you've left me no alternative. It's time for the soul-gazing exercise. Face one another and get…