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As soon as Aera stepped inside his room, Jin stood up to walk to her and escorted her to her seat with the friendliest smile ever.

Aera, though hesitant, followed him to where he was leading her.
Hundreds of questions floated inside his mind.
Will she open up to me?
What if she starts crying?
What if she pushes me away?
Will she trust me?

But soon they reached the seat and Aera looked at him expectantly.

Jin cleared him throat and spoke in a soft voice,
"Aera, dear, you may sit here, alright?"

Aera nodded her head.
He used to call me that way.
Aera sighed at the thought.

She sat in her seat.

Jin took a chair and sat in front of her.

"Aera, do you consider me a friend?"

Aera lifted her head and looked at Jin.
Sure he looks like a nice person.
But what if he's like everyone else. What if he's mean?
What if he uses me?
But...Nia seems to trust him. And I trust Nia.

"Yeah." she whispered, but loud enough for him to here.

He smiled to himself.

"So you won't mind if I ask some questions, right?"

Aera stared at him.
What kind of questions?
Will he hurt me if I don't answer?

Jin noticed her hesitation.
Usually, the patients would be uncomfortable remembering their pasts.
And he understood the fact that Aera feared him taking advantage of her situation.
All he needed was her trust.

So he flashed the sweetest smile he could muster. A very assuring one as well.

Something about his persona, his aura, had Aera calmed down.
Maybe it was his friendliness, his sweet comforting smiles or the way his eyes gleamed with emotions such as honesty, the will to make people around him happy and his trustworthiness.

So, she nodded.

Jin smiled and put his hand on her head gently to caress her.
"Don't worry, you can count on me."
And Aera smiled.

"Alright let's start."

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"Where's she?"

"Sir, she's at the psychologists'."

"And the men?"

"S-sir, t-they are- I-I didn't send them."

"What! I swear if she opens her damn mouth- I. Want. Her. Dead. You understand?!"

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