"Sir Michael, I am going to be honest." Harold flipped over his notebook several times before closing it with a soft thud.
"Plainly, you frighten me. More so than ex-patients that had made an attempt on my life."
Harold heaved a deep sigh.
"While I can sense you are a good man, I have a feeling I am talking to nothing more than a persona, a doppelganger that instinctively chooses the most favorable answers. To me, you appear as an old and wise person, perhaps more than me, rather than a man freshly entered adulthood."
Gradually, Michael's face turned stoic, devoid of any emotion, yet Harold continued to speak.
"The SSS rank is a simple reflection of my observation. I suppose you aren't familiar with the grading system, so I reckon I should clear things up."
Harold held up three fingers.
