```
Hannibal?
```
When Jason heard that name, his eyes narrowed slightly.
He certainly wouldn't forget that particularly distinctive psychologist.
That aura, akin to that of a predator, had left a deep impression on Jason.
Meanwhile, Dadas started talking to himself:
"Professor Hannibal once invited me to his clinic for psychological counseling."
"But how could I possibly go?"
"If I went, wouldn't that just prove that I'm sick?"
"I'm not sick; it's the world that's sick!"
As he talked, Dadas let out a laugh reminiscent of a crow's caw, a habitual sound.
But when Jason glanced his way, the sound immediately ceased, and Dadas reverted to that pitiful expression.
"Have you experienced any abnormalities?" Jason continued to ask.
But as the words left his mouth, he somewhat regretted them.
The girl in front of him clearly suffered from that particular ailment so common in adolescents, where in the throes of this ailment, every normalcy becomes abnormality.
