Introduction Chapter:

The sun glared through the window; somehow she was always positioned in the right place, at the right time for the sun to burden her gaze. It created an unpleasant contrast within the dimly lit room, the beige walls appearing darker with the lighting turned down. Thick curtains blocked out the sun from shining fully into the room, it only lit up the area around the coffee table that was separating the doctor and her. Yet still that sliver always managed to peek through and she being at such a god awful angle was left to suffer the wrath of a dying day.

"How are you feeling today?" The soothing voice asked. She glanced up at woman, taking in her attire for the day. A modest and knee length skirt with a tucked in blouse, blonde hair tied up neatly and the glasses were fit snug to her face. Boring and ordinary, it wasn't anything new since they began these sessions. Repetition seemed to plague the doctor and idly the patient couldn't help but wonder why this psychiatrist didn't seek help as well. The amount of creativity she seemed to possess was in her glasses and their "cute and quirky" design – it made the girl want to vomit. The doctor wasn't a bad person; she actually tried and so far she was the only psychiatrist the young woman managed to stick with. Unfortunately there's a severe case of ignorance and denial plaguing the world that has long forgotten about monster.

Our dear patient would not be here if her brother hadn't persistently suggested these sessions for a period of time due to concerns. She was just about ready to quit, contrary to popular belief talking doesn't help everyone.

"I'm fine."

Scribble, scribble, scribble. Dull, uninteresting colored eyes rose from the clipboard that sat at an angle upon thick thighs. "We both know that's not going to suffice, Mary. I overheard your brother talking about a job you recently got?" She frowned deeply, distracting herself momentarily by leaning over and fixing the curtain. Now she could see the doctor in full without her eyes stinging due to the brightness of the setting sun. Darker the room became and she was slightly more relaxed, her brother always did joke about her being a creature of the night. "Tell me about it, who is it for?"

"Richard Roman Enterprises." The name tasted something awful as Mary said it.

"Go on, we still have forty-five minutes left." The doctor encouraged.

She breathed calmly, reminding herself she was only there for Alex. "I'm designing an unsavory building."

"What kind?"

"A slaughterhouse."

A smile formed on the woman's lips, her legs crossing as she leaned back in the chair comfortably. "Horror is your specialty, Mary. I'm sure you'll be able to come up with something." She said, half-jokingly.

Her lips twisted into a small and humorless smile, "That's not the issue."

"What's the issue then?"

She sat in silence for a moment, staring at the doctor as her mind presented to her all the possibilities of the woman's future. She cursed her imagination for once. The smile fell and she found herself examining the pattern of the carpet. Why would they ever put in something that could be so easily distracting?

"Mary... You're a creative young woman with a great and architectural talent. What's concerning you about this job?"

A mirthless smile curled upon pale lips as she pulled her gaze away from the abstract rug and back to the naïve doctor, "Let's just say I don't have a taste for it."