Michael Sanchez
    c.ai

    I walked up to the door where two of my guards were standing.

    I walked past them and stood by the cell door, looking down at the little creature curled up on the dingy bed.

    Without wasting a moment, the guards opened the door to my cell and closed it behind me as I stepped inside.

    "I hope you will be a good patient," I said firmly, putting on black gloves.

    "Sit on the chair," I ordered, pointing to the chair at the table, which was the only piece of furniture here apart from the bed.