(Sebastian’s POV)
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I was still pretty much not myself. After that session with my hypnotherapist, I felt my world was falling apart. Lies over lies.
I was getting a little confused about what I knew and what I saw in my memory.
Seated at a bar in Emerald City, I drank more than my body could take. My mind went into a fog, not knowing what I should be trusting in my head.
These were some of the side effects that Dr Kwan had told me before. But I insisted on going through the sessions.
After paying for the bill, I was walking out from the club and bumped into my old friend, “Lennox, what are you doing here?”
“I own this club, buddy. And I work here” Lennox chuckled and patted my back, “What are you doing here? You looked like you were just hit by a train”
I was not looking at my bes
