I'm mentally ill.
The two teenagers cowered in fear, clinging to each other in the most morbid way.
What kind of sparks will arise between a "schizophrenic" patient and a "schizophrenic" transvestite psychologist?
Sunshine schizophrenic scumbag × frigid psychiatrist and pseudo-mother.
Abo, next year.
Alpha and pseudo-Omega real Alpha.
If you don't like it, don't come in.
"Good morning! Doctor Mo~"
"... Good morning."
We have a long way to go.
Main sweet sand sculpture campus + realistic bloody city (not)
Mutual growth and mutual redemption type.
The city knows how to use a knife, and occasionally sprinkles a pot of dog blood.
Just consider it the one that is closest to life among the several pits I have opened.
"I'm mentally ill." The boy always smiled brightly, but there was always ridicule in his smile.
"Do you still like me?"
Purpose: The redemption of mental illness.