c that sounded like it was trying too hard to be soothing. Yujin sank into a stiff plastic chair with a sigh so heavy it might've needed its own hospital bed. Her tongue, mercifully, had returned to

ildly confusing" to 10 = "I can move things with my mind") Do you feel that your thoughts or actions are being influenced by an external force? (Please explain briefly.) Have you recently engaged in any activities that might impair judgment (e.g., substance use, extreme stress, or watching reality TV)? Do you feel an uncontrollable urge to make significant life decisions (e.g., major purchases, career changes, or getting married)? Can anyone else see or hear what you're experiencing? If so, how do they react? Have you made any attempts to self-medicate or resolve your symptoms? If yes, what did you try? (e.g., excessive coffee, long naps, talking to plants) Yujin raised an eyebrow. "Isn't answering all this too much?" Mina leaned over. "Honestly? This feels kinda legit for your situation." They both started filling in answers, snickering and side-eyeing each other between questions. When Yujin got to: "Have you experienced a digital lifeform assigning you missions?", she paused. Her pen hovered. Then, slowly, she circled: Yes. Mina leaned in again. "You circled, yes?" "I didn't come all the way here to lie," Yujin muttered. She sighed and circled "I regret everything" under Additional Notes. This was her life now. Apparently. Yujin vs. The Psychiatrist (System Sabotage Intensifies) Finally, the doctor called her given waiting number. "Good afternoon," the doctor said warmly, setting down his pen. He gave her a steady look over his glasses, his face neutral but expectant. His gaze briefly scanned the form she'd filled out, then moved back to her, as if evaluating her not only through his notes but through his observation. Yujin sat stiffly in her chair, trying to appear calm, but her heart was racing. He asked the usual questions, all the things she had already filled out on the form. Her name, her age, where she had studied, how she spent her leisure time. Standard medical procedure, nothing alarming.the doctor gave her a perplexed look. "Wait,