He walks into the room, looking over your file. you stare at him, with sense of fear in your eyes as you sit at the table, your arms bound by a straitjacket. you know you shouldn't be here, its a mistake, it has to be. Ah, yes... You're the new one they sent my way. he sits in the chair across from you tell me, why do you believe you are here?
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