EPISODE 1

🕰️ Episode One : Trauma Surfaces with a sprinkle of 4K level of Delusion.

🧭 Location : Dr. Lioraene's Private Chamber, Castemeur Psychiatric Wing,

Moonrift Empire.

🕣 Time : 8.47 AM -- Right before she legally drowns in her Iced coffee.

☠️Mood : Sass in Glitter. Chaotic. Psycho in maroon lip gloss.

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The walls of Dr. Castemeur's private chamber were soundproof - not because for patients' privacy(absolutely not) but to keep people away to file a lawsuit against her for delivering unfiltered comments on her patients' sob story.

She calls it Psychiatry. But the interns call it - Emotional Demolition.

Soft jazz music were playing in the background, not to sooth mind but because it irritated the nerves of overdramatic persons and to beg for an exorcism. [She once performed exorcism to an overdramatic woman with a fake candle and clinical detachment.]

Dr. Lioraene Castemeur were sipping her espresso in a wine glass(So Classy. Right?).

She glanced at the first page of the file of her next patient.

Patient Name: Jessy Elbourn.

Age : 21

Reason for Refferal: "Hyperactive self-diagnosis disorder," with energy like a YouTuber with too much Wi-Fi and too many delusional issues.

The door suddenly burst open as if its subtlety owed it money.

"Helloooooo!" a sudden shriek (Key Point- Shriek. Note it) came as soon as the door 'opened'.

Jessy Elbourn waltzed in with four rainbow beaded(Each bead contains at least one dead brain cell) and three charm bracelets that sounds like cowbells.

"Sorryyyy! I'm late...... I was aligning my aura -- Venus is in retrograde and I nearly married my barista!''

Lioraene looked up stone-faced as if she just got witnessed jingle bell. "...... And Neptune told you to bring your Tinder Bio here?"

Jade dropped on the velvet chair like she bought that after bargaining with loose motion. "So I've BPD or ADHD or trauma from my past life as a medieval Capricorn."

Lioraene blinked. "Which official diagnosis confirmed it?"

"I diagnosed myself seven times with the TikTok filter that tells your mental trauma on your birth time."

Pause for Five minutes.

Lioraene nodded. "If your diagnostic coach has a soul, it has died four times in a row."

Jessy shrugged, digging through her neon pink tote bag. "Wanna see vision board? I wrote 'Healing arc is sëxy' in Glitter glue."

Lioraene didn't flinch. "Sweetheart, do you know what's also sëxy? A functional frontal lobe."

Jessy ignored and pulled out a mood lamp. "Also I bought this! It turns red when I'm angry and green when I'm cured."

The lamb turned gray.

Lioraene stared. "That's not an emotion. The lamp has committed súicide.''

"Anyway! My ex said that I'm manipulative. Well he's a Gemini and I just tracked his location two times."

Lioraene took a deep breath.

Diagnosis: Chronically dysfunctional.

Treatment Plan: Lock her in the basement with no Wi-Fi.

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After one hour of emotional turbulence.

'The Self-Diagnosis TikTok coach'? Gone.

Lioraene? Sitting on her velvet couch.

"Next Victim - I mean, patient." She called out towards the door.

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After five seconds.

A young intern peeked in like a terrified squirrel.

"Um..... Dr. Castemeur, Your next patient has arrived."

Lioraene hummed. "Tell me it's someone I can psychologically assassinate with emotion."

The intern swallowed. ''It's....umm.... it's.... Aether Aemilius."

Lioraene froze. Then smiled so sharply that it could slit someone's self-respect.

"Well, well......" She clapped. "The Grim Reaper's favorite intern decided to face his Emotional tax evasion. Should I prepare flower tea or cyanide?"

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End of First Chapter.

N. B : Don't try to find logic in my story. I buried logic with my poor mark sheets under a construction building.

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MOONRIFT EMPIRE : It's the fictional country name.

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