In June of the year 2097, Aioli knew she needed to see a therapist. Constantly, she thought of her brother's death, and knew that no matter what she said or did, it would always be her fault.
Six years ago, Alexander, Aioli's brother, grew jealous of his sister. He always pleaded, begged, wishing he could be in Aioli's position. She had a nice house, an amazing boyfriend, a good paying job, everything. She would not let Alexander ruin what she had, so she pushed him away. Soon, Alexander couldn't take it anymore. He pledged to take away everything. So he framed his death, and blamed Aioli for it. Of course, he miscalculated, and accidentally killed himself. Aioli was put in jail for five years.
"Name." The receptionist ordered.
"Aioli Bonnell." Answered Aioloi. The office was small, with not much space to get around. It had a small shelf to the side with little games for kids, but anyone 18 and older were restricted from it. The walls were a grey, creamy colour, and there was one light hanging from the ceiling over the two's heads. There was also a maroon carpet that seemed to be the size of the entire room.
The receptionist typed in some numbers on the tablet, then left the room. Aioli sat there, in the uncomfortable chair, expecting the worse. Then, there was a sound. The door opening. An android walked into the room. He had black hair and blue eyes, and was somewhat tall.
"Ms. Bonnell, pleasure to see you." The android said.
"I'm Dr. Ozawa, your therapist."