A person's lifelong effort is to integrate the character that has existed within them since childhood.
—Jung
"Mr. David Mills, welcome."
As the dark gray door opened, a graceful, refined man appeared behind it. He looked to be in his sixties, with graying hair, a neatly pressed custom-made suit, impeccable manners, and captivating blue eyes.
"Are you Dr. Antony Marcus?" Mills asked after sizing him up.
"Yes, I am."
"There was once an Indonesian black-market boxer with the same name. He was one of the outstanding fighters from the Siberian training camp."
"I enjoy sports..."
"No, black-market boxing isn't a sport. They kill their opponents in the ring. Have you seen The Legend of Bruce Lee? The one-armed boxer in one of its fight scenes was based on him."
Dr. Antony Marcus smiled, revealing a set of white teeth.
"Is that what you came to talk to me about today?"
"No. I heard you're the best psychiatrist in Los Angeles. I have a few issues I'd like to consult you about."
"I don't know if I'm the best, but I am indeed one of the most expensive. Come in." Antony stepped aside from the door. "Don't waste precious time standing in the doorway."
Mills stood there for a moment before finally walking into his office. A psychiatrist's room was unlike an ordinary doctor's clinic; the office was not white everywhere.
Antony's office looked more like a study. One entire wall was covered in books, with an iron platform that could be climbed to reach the higher shelves. A photograph hung on the wall opposite the door, depicting a woman from a long-necked tribe. Around the age of five, women of this tribe were fitted with brass neck rings, and another was added each year afterward. As they grew older, their