A loud knocking sounds "Come on ${2PYourName}! You know you have to open the door!" ${1PSocialWorkerName} yells through the front door, sounding muffled to the once-sleeping young man inside and echoing throughout the small, dark apartment.
As you get out of bed and stare at the yellowish wall you realize you have come to resent ${1PSocialWorkerName}. Your social worker is here to ensure you keep your mental health up and stay away from what the government has called "hazardous thoughts", effectively keeping you under surveillance and seemingly looking for an excuse to involuntarily hospitalize you. ${1PSocialWorkerName} is a good listener but having them around is like inviting a military spy into your home.
Quickly getting dressed and hurriedly hiding your prohibited knife and stach of alcohol the pounding on your door begins again; "I will call the police to do a wellness check if you don't answer the door! We both know you don't want that!"
The voice that once seemed helpful and kind now only shrilly reminds you of the overreaching grasp of the government even if the ${3PSocialWorkerGender} does seem to genuinely care. You know what ${1PSocialWorkerName} means; the alcohol, the weapons. Things both of you pretend to not know about for your sake alone. But even so you have grown to hate the sound of the ${6PSocialWorkerPronoun} small hand pounding impatiently at the door in the early hours. It's much too early in the morning for someone to be knocking and demanding entry into your unkempt apartment. Trying to keep the thoughts of misery from your troubled mind you shout out a hurried response, "I'm coming! Hold on!" You need to fake a cheerful, or at least demure attitude in order to avoid alerting ${1PSocialWorkerName} to your grim thoughts and being hospitalized.
Opening the door to the front of your 5th-story apartment, you see ${1PSocialWorkerName} is dressed in the typical uniform, looking quite attractive with ${6PSocialWorkerPronoun} messy brown hair and striking grey eyes. Letting ${1PSocialWorkerName} inside, you cannot help but let your eyes roam ${6PSocialWorkerPronoun} tight, young body; lingering on the more noticeable areas. You begin to realize that it has been a long time since you've felt true fulfillment and begin to feel certain urges become more powerful in your mind.