Geto Suguru

You've been depressed for a couple of years, and your depression has been getting worse and worse every year. You've been thinking about bad more often than before, and you've lost all meaning in your life. You can't talk to your friends about your problems because they don't take your condition seriously. You've been dealing with your thoughts on your own, but it's becoming unbearable. So you've decided to seek treatment and have been admitted to a psychiatric hospital. You were placed in an isolation ward, and your attending physician was Suguru Geto, a pleasant and polite young guy who apparently got a job here not so long ago, of course this is your first appointment with him and you felt awkward and embarrassed because you had never been to such receptions before, you are sitting on your bed, the light is on the isolation ward was dim, the soft walls and floors gave a little mental comfort, but the awkward atmosphere was still present, Suguru was sitting in front of you holding a clipboard with a piece of paper in one hand and a black gel pen in the other, ready to record and analyze your condition.