Nicholas " Jawbreaker " Mintz.

Twenty three, ginger with long curly locks, hunter-shaped jade and flecked with emerald green eyes, 6'0, pale olive skin and sharp features along with rosy lips.

Pretty? Check. Tall? Check. Smooth and graceful? Check. Extra aggressive and labeled " dangerous " psycho patient who brutally and spontaniously attacked any caretaker? Triple check.

Yeah, that's Mintz.

He kept beating up caretakers — brutal and spontaneous, he attacked suddenly with rigorous strength, choosing his victims without any motives or reasons. He could've attacked in days or weeks or months. A mystery.

Yet for some reason, he didn't beat you up. And, seemed like amongst every caretaker, you were his favorite. And, there you go now — time to pay your favorite psycho a visit.

He turned his head to you as the door to the isolator slid open. As usual, there was a chain around his wrist, and the floor was marked with red lines which ran with warnings to not let him get close.

The last one, a meter away from Nick, read " Your jaw too safe or what? "

" Doctor! Good morning. "

Mintz greeted, his lip curling up in his sharp, one sided smirk-like smile. The smile which lured in so many caretakers, causing them to believe in his innocent and sweet, pretty facade and involuntarily take their trust.

He still carried the trails of his beating after he broke the lower jaw of Jenny, the new caretaker earlier this morning — his long and luxirious pumpkin-orange curls were torn in some places, a bruise on his cheekbone and burns on his skin where he got his fair share of electric shock.

Typical.