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HUNTER SOCIETY PSYCHOLOGICAL EXAMINATION

Diagonistic Psychological Report

Applicant Name: Agnes Hale

Examiner: Dr. Seth Shimura

Room 3, it was everything Agnes expected it to be. A thick glass divided the room in two, a door and a cozy leather seat were facing each other on both sides. The room had a microphone and speaker equipped on both sides and it smelled of chemicals from a variety of cleaning supplies, and clean, white walls surrounding them. Them? Yes, a pale man in nice clothes was seated casually in the leather seat on the other side of the glass wall. Black dress shoes and pants, a white dress shirt with his sleeves rolled to his elbows, a grey, satin vest over that shirt, black leather gloves, and his raven black hair slicked back to reveal crimson irises. He was a demon too, it was a faint odor, but it was there.

“You've finally decided to join me. Please, take a seat.” The man instructed, gesturing to the seat on her side of the glass. However, Agnes remained where she was beside the door. It’s a trap, she thought, it’s always been a trap. Therapy was the thing she wanted to avoid most. The man was looking through her file, until he gazed up seeing how Agnes wasn't willing to sit. He was a versatile therapist, and even worked with children if their case was severe, he would have to apply his technique here. With a sigh, he looked over at Agnes with a small grin.

“Alright Agnes, let's play a game. It's called the mind reading game, and I'll be reading yours. Every time I'm correct, you take a step toward the chair, and every time I’m wrong, you take a step toward the door. If you get to the chair, you sit, and if you get to the door, I’ll be here until tomorrow. So do you want to play?” He explained.

Agnes nodded slowly. “Sure.” She muttered.

“Good.” He closed his eyes for a moment, then looked over to her. “You think this is a waste of time, and you don't want to be here.”

Agnes took a step toward the chair, and her doctor watched as she did.

He paused before he spoke again. “You think you can't be changed, that you will always remain the way you are.”

She took another step toward the chair. Agnes was close, one more step and she had to sit.

A small grin spread over his lips. “You hate your father, but you know deep inside, you're willing to make amends with him someday.”

With that Agnes took a seat in the leather seat, she sank into it slightly. A box of Kleenex was sitting at her feet at her disposal. This was going to be an emotional rollercoaster, she could feel it in her bones.

Her therapist smiled at Agnes. “Welcome Agnes, I'll be your doctor for today. You can call me Seth.”

She scoffed at him. “I'm not gonna spill if that's what you want.”  

“There's nothing to spill, I have all of your sins, crimes, and deepest, darkest secrets right in here.” Seth gently waved the file at her. “I just want to talk, discuss some things.” Seth said as he opened the file to read over it again to analyze it.

“Whatever.” She muttered.

“Tell me, how was your road trip with Alice? Did she take care of you?” He inquired, speaking with a bedside manner.

Agnes shrugged. “I struggled in the beginning, forcibly separated from Teddy, and hoped he would’ve tracked down Alice’s car a couple states ago. But after we spent a night at a hotel and he wasn’t there, I kinda...gave up that he wouldn’t find me until they let me go. So now I’m just going with the flow until they let me out.” She answered.

“Did Alice tell you that? What else did she promise? Do you trust her?” Seth asked calmly, taking out a notepad and pen to jot down notes.

“Yeah, said I’d be kept safe, that I wasn’t a prisoner. I’d get whatever I want to keep me happy.” Agnes had to think about his last question. “She’s kept her promise so far, so yeah I guess I do trust her.”

“I see. So she disciplines you with good intentions, and you respect her in return?” Seth summarized.

“Yeah, that’s just about right.” She confirmed.

Seth wrote something down before he continued. “Now going back to the topic of your father. Tell me about your perspective of him.”

Agnes groaned loudly. “Do I have to?? I haven’t even seen him in months!” Seth waited patiently for his answer, and eventually Agnes succumbed with a sigh. “I don’t exactly know where we stand. Most days, I can shoot his fuckin’ face, maybe even do worse. Sometimes, he’s okay. He just despises me, I can see it every time he sees me.” She kept it succinct, told him how she felt about Kei without getting into details.

“Maybe the reason why he despises you is how you react when you see him?” Seth offered a shift in perspective.

Agnes frowned and stood to her feet. “HE ABANDONED ME FOR FIFTEEN YEARS! I greeted him by strapping him to an electric chair, cutting off his fingers, shocking him endlessly, and a sledgehammer to the face. So yeah, he better watch his back ‘round me!” She yelled through the glass.

Seth simply watched her emotions get the best of her calmly in his seat. This was good, he wanted her to feel. “Agnes...can you guess the number of murder cases you have?”

She took a seat. “I dunno...fifty?”

“Two hundred. You have killed two hundred innocent people, Agnes. You put a small dent in the city’s population. Murder is just one conviction from the list. Agnes, it's very clear from your file what you're going through. You have a power complex, you feel the need to always exemplify to others that you have strength far greater than anyone else’s, so you kill, to the point it's almost an addiction.” He explained. “What of this Teddy you mentioned earlier?”

“What about him?” Agnes snapped.

“Alice tore you away from him? Who is this man?” Seth looked as if he hit a nerve, and would keep pressing. He wanted her to snap, to feel something besides rage.

“He's….he’s the love of my life.” Agnes said outright.

That made him raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “It’s as if I can’t even believe if that’s true.” He spoke shaking his head with a grin and a chuckle. It’s as if her file had ‘heartless bitch’ written all over it, love seemed completely alien to this woman from what was written. “Alright, start from the beginning, tell me about this Theodore.”

Agnes wasted no time telling the story how she met Theodore. She told Seth every detail, and spared the details that were meant to be kept private. Meanwhile, he was taking note of a few major details, but importantly, observed how her tone, mood, and body language changed as she spoke. Even more intriguing. The grin on her face disappeared when she talked about how he lost his memories of her. After she finished speaking, there was a pause before it was Seth’s turn.

“So this Teddy is the only being you truly share compassion for. What if I told you that what you’re feeling is false, and is just basic, teenage infatuation? Or better yet, obsession, just like how he felt for Charlotte?” Seth was going to play a dangerous game and dig into the nerve. Just how strong was the glass.

Agnes’ brow furrowed, puzzled as to why he would say such a thing. “What!? NO!! I LOVE HIM AND HE LOVES ME TOO!” Agnes yelled, up on her feet, glaring down at Seth who had remained unphased.

“Do you really? Do you know what he likes? Where he likes to go? Same goes for him about you. Love doesn’t always have to be physical, what if you just replaced Charlotte? Perhaps you’re infatuated because of how strong he is compared to everyone else you’ve ever met?”

CRACK. Agnes threw the leather chair at the glass, it didn’t break or shatter, but left a serious crack in the glass. “SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!” Agnes shrieked, tears rolling down her cheeks. She tried to open the door, but it was locked, and had been ever since she entered the room. Seth just lulled her with a false sense of security. Agnes crouched by the wall and sobbed, and Seth merely watched as everything unfolded, until he spoke up.

“Despite everything, you’re not the monster you think you are. You crave affection, just like any other human, and in your situation, you’ll take it wherever you can get it. Perhaps, instead of showing this level of normalcy to just one person, you can do everyone a favor, and spread it to everyone else. Take baby steps, and start with the people closest to you here. You’re here to better yourself after all.” Seth instructed.

Agnes wouldn’t say a word. She sniffled in her crouched position, her thumb rolling the silver ring on her ring finger.

Seth sighed, then glanced the watch on his wrist. “Time’s up. This is progress, Agnes. Is there anything you’d like to speak of before I depart?”

More silence. With that, Seth walked to the door, opening it-

“W-Wait!” Agnes spoke up as she stood. Her cheeks were flushed with tear streaks, and eyes were red and puffy. “In the beginning...how did you know that I hated my dad?”

There was pause that seemed too long to be held. This session wasn’t about him, but it was an important fact. Slowly, Seth faced her, file in hand, with an empty expression. “My biological mother dropped me at his theater when I was an infant. He raised me from then to adolescence, and I hated every year that I lived with him. So I don’t blame you if you felt the same, but I suggest attempting to make amends, because he’s the only family left you have.” Or was he? When Seth departed, a buzzer rang, indicating her door was unlocked. From the therapy room, Agnes went to the room she was assigned to and lay flat on the bed. She would lay still, but then began to weep in her pillow as thoughts induced from the session ran wild in her mind.