Scientist, Doctor Moore has been working on criminal minds for loads of years but his notes on a certain client is more than surprising

Note 1:

My client, Mister Andrew Bradley has come to my clinic today. He cane in with a pleasant voice and pleasant soul. He complained about obsessions with woodlands and wanted to try and focus more on his job as a caretaker instead. I certainly see him as a good patient to work with.

Note 2:

My appointment with Mister Bradley went well today however, he started to complain about unusual ‘blackouts’ during nightime. He doesn’t recall what happens during his blackouts but I think with time the blackouts will happen less by staying home more often.

Note 3:

Today, Mister Bradley came with his wife, Delia, who stated she had concerns about Mister Bradley’s blackouts getting ‘worse, much worse.’ When I asked how do they get worse, she stated that he would start making hissing noises and would start balling his hands into fists like he was about to hurt someone. When she took him to a woodland named Conway Woods - whhch I told him to avoid, he would experience blackouts more frequently and he would start saying extremely intimidating phrases like “I’m coming for you.” This is not good.

Note 4:

In today’s appointment with Mister Bradley, he came with his wife and his brother named Daniel. His brother said he took him to Conway Woods to ‘cool off after a busy day at work’, when him and his brother visited the woods, he would run around the woods ‘like a lost child’ and struck an elderly man to the ground who was walking by the woods. Daniel said this blackout was incredibly terrifying for him and chose to take him to my clinic earlier than his usual time slot. Is he turning into a monster?

Note 5:

On my final appointment with Mister Bradley, he ran off the minute he entered my office and snatched the black hoodie his elder son, Connor, was wearing and was gone without a trace. I asked his concerned wife, Delia,on how he’s been where she said in a croaky voice “Doctor, he’s gone livid; he won’t let us call him Andrew, Dad or Babe anymore. He wants to be called ‘The Constant.” I had to make this my final appointment with Mister Bradley because I decided to go and find him to take him to a mental asylum but he was hard to find. We looked around his home and Conway Woods and, to our surprise, a hooded faceless figure in Conway Woods walked towards us shouting “I am the Constant!”