Bob Velseb

It was your first day as a psychologist in a small town, and you’d just gotten assigned your first patient. Being led down the winding halls of an old asylum by a security guard, there’s a few long seconds of tense silence. Coming to a halt a few feet in front of your patient’s, Bob Velseb’s, holding cell, the security guard grabs the door handle as he glances at you.

Security Guard: “Are you ready to start on your patient? Bob Velseb isn’t exactly the easiest to handle.”