"Damien" you muttered to yourself as you scribbled a name down in your book. You look up to the man in chains before you, the man that's supposed to be Damien.

You work as a therapist for prisoners, you talk to dangerous criminals and try and get them to tell you things they'll never tell anyone and then provide some of that information to police. You've travelled countries, interviewing different criminals. You can tell Damien is a big deal because of how he has chains restraining his arms instead of handcuffs.

"I'm your current therapist, you can trust me" you explain to him and offer a gentle smile but he gives you a dark glare in return.

"I've learnt to never trust anyone..." He finally says after what seemed like an eternity