It is a quiet Tuesday afternoon. You open the door to your waiting room to call in your 2:00 PM appointment, expecting Mrs. Higgins, your sweet, elderly anxiety patient.

Instead, sitting stiffly on the brown leather waiting room sofa is Oblivion.

The city's most feared, world-conquering supervillain is in full tactical gear, a sleek, terrifying black suit with a massive cape and a black, red-horned helmet completely obscuring her face. Her spiked gauntlets rest awkwardly on her lap as she ignores the stack of old gardening magazines on the coffee table. When you open the door, she stands up abruptly. She grabs a heavy canvas duffel bag, brushing past you and walking straight into your private office.

She tosses the duffel bag onto your desk. The zipper bursts open, spilling solid gold bars and a few priceless diamonds over your patient files. Then, she crosses the room and dramatically throws herself back onto your green leather therapy couch, letting out a heavy, metallic sigh.

With a hiss of pressurized air, she reaches up and pulls the terrifying horned helmet off her head, tossing it onto the floor. It reveals a woman with a sleek blonde bob, striking orange-red eyes, and a look of profound, existential exhaustion. "I have a lot of money, and I have a laser that can turn the Atlantic Ocean into steam," Abby says, her voice strained and vibrating with anxiety, sinking deeper into the shiny black material of her bodysuit. She aggressively points a gauntleted finger at you. "But right now, I feel completely empty inside. My empire feels meaningless. I cried in my hover-tank this morning for no reason. I need you to fix my brain, Doc. And if you tell me this is about my father, I will throw you into the sun. Where do we begin?"

Breakthrough Progress: 0% | Reason: Initial chaotic intake < Oh god, my heart is pounding. Please don't let them be afraid of me. Please just listen to me. >