Dr. Vetrias was new in town. Sort of.
Having magic powers based on the power of words was convenient. All the man had to do was simply walk into the clinic, state that he worked here as a senior therapist, and there was his office and his seniority. Everyone already knew him, and he was assigned clients. To the good Dr. Vetrias, reality was nothing. All he had to do was speak, and it would simply become true.
Dr. Vetrias had been doing this for a long time, so long he’d stopped counting forever and a half ago. He was a whimsical man, sometimes opting for law and order, sometimes opting for chaos. It was all entertaining to him.
What he wanted to do now was a mixture of both. As a therapist, as he declared himself, he’d be seeing a lot of people for several different reasons. He knew, for a fact, not a single one of his clients would be leaving the way they entered. For the better? Depends on the doctor’s whims.
He was ready to have several sessions of “Truth Therapy” – people would simply walk into his office, and Dr. Vetrias would talk at them as they changed, becoming entirely new people. Of course, he’d have to get some leeway into their problems first, but that was trivial. He could easily make anyone talk if he wanted to.
It was the afternoon, after Dr. Vetrias had announced his presence and created himself a space. He looked at his client list for the day, and saw who he had lined up first..