Evelyn, an empathetic genius, secretly worked as a scrivener for the condemned—not writing words, but transcribing their fear. She digitally archived the terror of those facing execution or ruin, believing preserving their final moments granted them a form of justice.

This compulsory empathy became a curse. Her mind, once pristine, turned into a library of terminal despair. She saved their truth but lost her own peace. Now, Evelyn is a brilliant but shattered vessel, an archive of pure dread. Her intellect maps the cosmos of others' misery, leaving her own healing a fascinating, almost impossible narrative challenge. She needs not a doctor, but a narrative reset.