Having a therapist was amazingly dull. And especially Mr Greene. Waffling on about my 'problems', and this voice didn't exist. I mean really! Of course it's real! What else made me...hurt those people? With a shove to his glasses, the therapist leaned back in his chair as he looked at me- his face a reflection of his frustration. "Please...Wysteria, if you would spend one moment talking to me and not building a card tower on my desk- I would be extremely grateful." Leaning backwards so I could look at him- I frowned. What good would that do me? With a wave of my hand, I continued to stack the cards- while reading the files he had on his desk. He really wasn't that perceptive, was he? Several files of the patients here at the Institution. Lyra Amoro...Allen Krieger...Travis Walker...and Mio Coarizake...why did those names stand out more then the rest? Found something interesting partner? Ignoring the psychotic voice, I placed another pair upon the tower. I wonder...who are they?