You go to a practicing private psychotherapist.

You think that the problems of your consciousness are not otherworldly. Everything that seems otherworldly and ghostly to you in this situation is nothing more than a figment of your imagination. So you obviously have a problem with your psyche. You need to see a professional psychotherapist. You find on the Internet the nearest address of a practicing private psychotherapist and you go there.

As you quickly walk through the streets of the city, the depraved voice of the "ghost" in your head angrily tells you: "You want to destroy me, John!? I did not expect this from you ... You are a nasty sissy bitch! You are a weak and insignificant sissy girl! Do you think that some scientific psychiatric stuff will help you? I will fight for my survival! I will give you such "surprises" that you will beg for forgiveness from me on your knees!"

You mentally say: "There is no ghost! Ghosts do not exist! You are just a figment of my imagination ... There is no Queeny ... There is no Queeny ... There is no Queeny ..."

You understand that self-hypnosis probably helps you somewhat, since the voice of the "ghost" has become much quieter. You guess this is a temporary relief, you need radical scientific medical measures!

You have memorized the address you need: Teufel Street, number 6. Also on the Internet, you found that a professional private psychotherapist, Mrs. Eleanor Glaurig, is receiving patients at this address.

You find this address, the house you need is a small two-story house. You ring the doorbell. The door opens. You see a short young girl who is dressed as a maid.