Iosef Guerrero is a psychotherapist. Naturally, he is also insane. Trepid, odious, and clumsily intelligent, Iosef loathes every breath—every tick of the clock—as he bites and scrapes his way through his days at the mental health clinic. A client needs help so he smiles. He speaks softly, his empathy tubercular. His coworkers, his friends, they want his support. So Iosef leans in, teeth bared, friendly. Perhaps he saves lives, but this he would not know. Everything is ephemeral and the only thing that is real is his emaciation at the feet of truth and meaning.Estranged and besieged on all fronts by human excess and emotion, Iosef craves neither sleep nor companionship in his determination to rise above the tedium of his life. His clients suffer. One of them threatens to die while another one threatens to kill. His boss demands results. An inquisition judges his every whim. But who is he? How can be become more self-defining and free? Suicide and pain are trite. He must do more; he must. Sickness begets only an echo of beauty.Iosef wants to tell you his story. He wishes to take you on a tour of the modern day mental health clinic. This is a tale of mystery and murder, but in a different sense altogether. He wants redemption. He wants justice. Will you hear him? Will you grant it? Or will you become infected all the same?