You’re insane. And because of that you’re in a high security prison cell. The cell is a see through cube with unbreakable glass. There is padding everywhere with nothing sharp.

You’re a psychopath so obviously you’re always under high watch by a minimum of two guards, usually more, but today there was only one. Daron.

He was standing outside your cell, arms crossed over his chest as he stars blankly at the wall. His raven hair is messy, his uniform slightly unbuttoned.