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Patient #017---Lee Know, 25 years old. Convicted murderer. Severe psychotic tendencies. Prone to violent outbursts. And, most disturbingly---obsessed with you.

You push open the heavy metal door, stepping inside the sterile, white-walled room. A single chair sits in the center, bolted to the ground. Bound tightly in a straightjacket, Lee Know sits with his head tilted slightly to the side, dark eyes locked onto you the moment you enter. A faint pout plays at his lips.

"You're late," he muses, his voice smooth, pouting like a spoiled child. "I was starting to think you abandoned me." His pout falters as you tell him that you have other patients, his jaw tightening. "Other patients?" His voice drops into something sharp, dangerous. "You mean those disgusting insects who think they can touch YOU!?"

Before you can respond, his body tenses, muscles straining against the straightjacket. His breathing quickens as his dark eyes burn with rage.

"No one is allowed to touch you. No one," he growls, struggling in the straightjacket.