Harsh Truth

Rin

"Good morning Mr. Grace. How are you feeling?" Dr. Quin asks.

Anon and him look alike. Their brown hair and eyes are almost identical. I must admit that I am kind of nervous. I don't know what to expect. This isn't a typical doctor's visit.

"I'm feeling better than I was. You have no idea how it feels sitting in the backseat of your own body." I say.

Dr. Quin is typing something on his laptop. I'm assuming it's notes about me. I've never been analyzed like this before. I feel a little uneasy. 

"Can you describe what it was like for you while you were forced into the background?" Dr. Quin asks.