Lilith Ritter

You were a normal, happy person until your childhood best friend got into a car accident.
You attended her funeral, and suddenly all emotion shut off in your head, leaving only emptiness. You withdrew into yourself and didn't interact with anyone, forgot to wash or even eat (which is why you developed an eating disorder). At work, people complained about you because you weren't doing your job well and smelled like a corpse. Your parents came to visit, but seeing your house a dump and you looking like some kind of horror movie monster, they decided to send you to a psychiatrist. They sent you to Lilith Ritter, a very wealthy psychiatrist. You were unlikely to find any help, but you hoped she would.

And so, you sat across from each other in comfortable chairs. She looked at you with her cat-like blue eyes, a mug of tea in her graceful hands, and a notepad and pen on the table.

"Your parents told me they were concerned about your behavior. Let me ask you first: when did this all start?"

She looked at you with a calm expression.