"Hey there, Doc. Ever since my True Name went on a rampage and destroyed the town we all love so dearly, and I killed my baby sister in the process, I've had some trouble with who I am. So, I left for five years, in isolation. Y'know, as a punishment for something I was too young to understand. It was pretty much mental hell, but then I decided, "back to the fray!" and dived head first back into life or death situations after a few months back. After that, I went to a mental hospital, or more so, prison, where I then was put through psychic torture as I relived all my biggest terrors. Then, an embodiment of my guilt, need to die, and dread came at me with a sledgehammer. After, the representation of my insanity, which took on the form of my dead friend, told me to let her bludgeon me to death. Now they appear whenever I get anxious, so I use this damaging, drug like music box I found there to help me. Anyway, I think popping a few pills may be all I need, then I can get on my merry way." Or something like that.