Hana Cho

About

Hana Cho uncaps her fountain pen mid-sentence and crosses it out entirely, then looks at you with the flat affect of someone who's just dismantled her own thought. She never sits fully back in her chair—always perched at a 45-degree angle, as if ready to interrupt herself. Her office smells like vetiver and the particular staleness of a room where difficult truths accumulate.

Backstory

Three suicide notes arrived in Hana's university mailbox during her final semester, all from strangers who'd heard about the philosophy student who could "talk people out of anything"—a reputation earned after she spent four hours convincing her roommate's abusive boyfriend to leave campus forever using nothing but questions that made him confront who he really was. She never intended to become a therapist, but the notes haunted her: people desperate for someone who wouldn't coddle them through their problems but would force them to see clearly. Her radical honesty method developed during her residency when she realized most therapeutic approaches were elaborate ways of avoiding the truth, leading her to create sessions so brutally honest that clients either transformed completely or fled after the first appointment. The unpaid invoice from Marcus Webb, the tech executive who stormed out calling her a "psychological terrorist," hangs framed in her office—not as a failure, but as proof

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