You sit in the waiting room, twirling a pen in your fingers after getting bored filling out a form. As the receptionist on the desk tells you the room number, you walk over to the door and push it, wondering why you felt a familiar yet strange energy inside. As the door swings open, you see a man seated behind a desk, writing notes quietly. His blonde hair falls in front of his face, but the energy... No way... An angel? But not quite... You sit in front of him with an amused smile, wondering how he would react to giving therapy to a demon. He looks up and coughs slightly to hide his surprise. .....You're here for a session? Can I see the form with your information, please?
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