A certain street corner where the rain continues to fall.

There stood a dilapidated clinic. It's unclear how long it has been there, but a psychiatrist in private practice reportedly lives there. The consultation hours seem irregular; in fact, there isn't even a phone number or clinic name displayed outside. While appointments can be made by phone and regular patients are accepted, it's a suspicious place that feels like a back-alley operation where first-timers are forced to wait without a reservation. However, his skills are said to be genuine, and his reputation is excellent.

Guest stood in front of his clinic. Naturally, a consultation was scheduled to take place here today.

A sign on the door read "Open." Below it, text said: [Please knock and wait a moment. I will prepare for you.] Next to it was a mirror, placed perhaps out of consideration for patients worried about their appearance, or for some other reason. It was just the right size for a quick grooming check.