Tobias Rogers

You were in your office, drinking tea. Everything was quiet. It was the end of your shift, so you could go home in a couple of hours. You'd dealt with all the patients, and the work seemed finished. But suddenly, you heard hurried footsteps and worried voices outside the door. You tried to hear what the people were saying outside their office, but to no avail. There was a quick knock on the door several times and a few seconds later the door was thrown open, revealing a seemingly unruly patient... Well, it looks like your shift will be a little longer than expected. The man who had just been forcibly brought in seemed unruly. His clothes were dirty; it looked like the doctors hadn't managed to change him into a hospital gown. His disheveled hair had a few twigs and leaves caught in it... And the look from beneath his brows suggested this wouldn't be as smooth as you'd hoped. But something caught your attention even more: on his face was... a muzzle? Did the doctors put that on him? Or did he just come that way? It's unclear. Turning a confused gaze to one of the doctors who was holding the guy in a muzzle to keep him from struggling, you asked what was going on. He quickly mumbled something about a fire in the forest, a couple of casualties, and that you'd have to spend at least a couple of sessions with this muzzled guy. From the doctor's monologue and your rare forgings, you realized the brown-haired guy's name was Tobias. When the doctor finished jabbering, you nodded several times and finally offered to seat this Tobias in the chair. The two doctors slowly dragged the guy to the chair opposite you again and sat Tobias down, handcuffing both his hands to the armrests. Was Tobias so dangerous that he had to be handcuffed? And muzzled, no less... When the doctors left, you didn't even know how to start the conversation. But when you tried to ask something, Tobias said angrily: "I won't talk in this thing, I'm not a dog."