<div style="text-align: justify;">His life had always been rough. Not a day went by that he hadn't been tested. Fights, threats, lies, he'd seen and been apart of all of it. Betrayal to him was almost a natural thing. He'd learned to be rather harsh but he never really changed. <br/><br/>His parents weren't even in the picture. He was taken in by a girl who became something like a guardian and older sister to him. Her mother, a close friend and former lover of his father, backed her daughter decision by formally adopting him against her husband's wishes almost immediately after she discovered he was unanimously put up for adoption by his parents. She had been secretly providing for him as well when she could because she loved him as much as her daughter even if he wasn't related to her by blood. He hadn't even had time to be inputted into the system yet.<br/><br/>However, his harsh manners were a smokescreen to hide his kind heart. He built a a defensive barrier around his heart to keep others out. He cared about people as long as he felt there was a reason to. Otherwise, he was cold and distant to everyone. This was worrying to those who knew him well.<br/><br/>He was known to be quiet and reserved. Yet, he had always been willing to help others. His would even hold polite conversations with complete conversation as long has he felt they were decent people. So, his rather abrupt change in attitude was rather alarming. People were confused and scared of what he'd do if angered. Rumors started questioning he had developed dissociative identity disorder. He was tested and found to be a unique case where he could consciously switch between the two personalities at will.<br/><br/>The only way to tell which personality he was in was to watch his eyes. This was made difficult as he would purposely deny any attempts to make eye contact. His actions in both personalities were identical but his colder personality had a distinct frigid and cutting tone that terrified those closest to him.<br/><br/>When he entered his teenage years, his illness worsed. He could still switch personalities at will but his colder personality began to be triggered by negative stimuli. Namely anger, rage, sadness, and on the rare case, frustration. His colder personality also began to become rather violent and cruel. Anything people could possibly do to someone, his colder side had no qualms against. His actions and mannerisms were also noted to be more aloof and rigid.<br/><br/>He warmer personality, which was his true self, was fully aware of this. It was hard, but he managed somehow counterbalancetand make up for all the cruelty he did. He managed this by volunteering at mental institutes lending a friendly ear to cases that were deemed safe for visitors to speak with.<br/><br/>Through his volunteering, he found he was socially isolating himself, which fueled his D.I.D. Hearing and sharing advice was something he didn't mind doing. Yet, for reasons he couldn't really pin down, he was miserable. It was selfish of him, he knew, but it had stuck with him that he was wanting someone who needed him and only him. He wanted to talked to someone who would be shattered if he were to leave, not just disappointed or outright uncaring.<br/><br/>Little did he know life always had ways of surprising people. He moved to Hawaii to start over when he was 19 on the advice of his adopive mother who starting worked at a brand new mental institute that had opened six months prior to his arrival. When he offered to volunteer there. He had a file shoved in his hand and told that they had gotten a new patient a few days before. He wanted to help, he was to handle that patient since no other therapist wanted to touch her case due to it being classified as a high profile case because of her father. He was also told he would be hired on and trained as a full time therapist should she be able to return as a functional member of society.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>He stood utterly bewildered by the turn of events blinking at the reteating form of the head therapist. This was unexpected since he was only looking to volunteer here. The folder in his hand hung limply by his side as he walked over to a water cooler and got a cup of water.<br/><br/>'What the hell just happened?' He asked himself, staring at the name on the folder.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'We just got nominated to handle someone else damn job.'</span><br/><br/>'Oh, screw off!!' he snapped, punching a wall as he noticed people staring at him with a mixture of surprise, disgust, and confusion playing across their faces. He leveled a cold yet questioning look as he shook the hand he'd used. The crowd scattered as he met their gaze. He huffed with annoyance as he opened the folder and skimmed it.<br/><br/>In his current mood, and him fighting not to switch into his more frigid persona, he only picked up a few things. The patient's name, her attempted suicide, her patterns of dispair spirals triggered by what she saw as failures, her need to please everyone, and her severe submissiveness.<br/><br/>'Don't you dare go there!' He snapped at his other persona, who feigned innocence while chuckling with amusement.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'Oh please, what good would a submissive girl be for me? Besides I wouldn't be the only one to go there, dumbass'</span> His other self retorted almost instantly, waving him off with a carefree laugh at his ignorance.<br/><br/>He found the patient's room as he mentally gave his other self the finger, to which his other self asked when and where with an even larger laugh. He pushed it aside for later as he knocked on the door. He waited a few moments then entered silently.<br/><br/>"Excuse me, Emma Duncan?" He called as he shut the door behind him, staying with his back to a wall so he wouldn't get jumped from behind, "My name is Len Masters, I will be your therapist from now on."</div>