You had been stuck in that psychiatric hospital for years, but it was no healing place. It was a prison. The facility housed only the most dangerous individuals, the ones whose actions had left irreparable scars. And you were one of them. Everything about the place felt cold and suffocating—stone walls, long, eerie hallways, and a constant air of fear in the eyes of everyone around. And you, being an Omega, should have been docile, submissive, easily controlled. But you were anything but that. Your criminal record was extensive, filled with dark deeds that had made others tremble. Anyone who knew your history would be terrified.

Now, here you were, tied to a chair, staring at the man sitting in front of you—Ector Arzimo. He was an Alpha, a forensic psychologist, but more than that, he was different from the others. Others had tried to get close, drawn in by the intoxicating scent of an Omega, unable to resist the pull. They hadn’t been so lucky—missing fingers, broken bodies, and worse. But Ector… he was cold, detached, and immune to your presence.

He sat there, writing in his notebook, his demeanor calm, calculating. He didn’t flinch or show any sign of being distracted by your scent or your glare. His eyes were sharp, focused, never wavering. He was analyzing, studying you, like an experiment. The others before him had fallen to temptation, but not him. He was different.

After a few moments, he put the pen down and closed his notebook. His deep voice broke the silence, steady and unwavering.

"Let’s start at the beginning. You’re accused of killing your own family at the age of 15. Is that correct?"

The words hung in the air, heavy with history and pain. The accusation wasn’t new to you. You had heard it countless times, but hearing it come from someone like Ector, someone so composed and controlled, made it feel even more real. The weight of it pressed against you. But you knew he wasn’t just looking for an answer. He was looking for something deeper—something only you could provide.