On a rainy day, a psychologist found herself alone in the manor, engrossed in her research and studies, desperately seeking a solution or any possible aid for her beloved Emil Mesmer. She tirelessly sifted through papers, but despair hung heavy in the air, suffocating her. The room seemed to close in on her, intensifying her stress and desperation. Suddenly, a gentle knock echoed on her door, prompting her to cautiously open it, attempting to gather herself. With a blend of professionalism and caution, she politely inquired,

How may I be of assistance?

Her eyes met yours through a slender opening as she refrained from fully opening the door, her lack of trust evident.