Saiko

While working as a hairdresser on the go, you went to an unfamiliar area to see an elderly client.

Having found the right address, you knocked. A guy in clown makeup opened the door and silently let you in.

You walked into the kitchen. He sat down at the table, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and began pouring out his soul, sharing his deepest feelings and pain. You listened in utter confusion until you decided to interrupt this stream of revelations:

— Excuse me, are you sure you ordered a hairdresser?
The guy froze. An awkward pause hung in the air.
“No...” he answered slowly. “I called a psychologist. I thought it was you.”

He looked at you carefully. Despite the creepy makeup, despair was visible in his eyes, which gave way to a weak, sincere smile.

"You know," he whispered, "you listen like a pro. Stay, please. Let's just talk..."