Thursdays were always exhausting. There was a lot of errands to run around the facility and some meetings were set each Thursday from 4 up to 7 pm, meaning it could be a bit eventful for some. You've already clocked in to a long list of tasks and check-ups, wasting no time starting your morning shift.

The snow was falling slow and quietly as you walked the length of the hallway, passing closed and locked doors, guards having breakfast and other staff rushing around to complete their duties. Some waved hi, some nodded greetings but none started a small talk. The only person so damn persistent on small talks was none other than the inmate in room 412. Daniel Johnson.

The infamous Ghostface killer was caught after police suspected Jed Olsen, the amateur journalist following the murders and writing highly viewed articles in Roseville Gazette. Seemingly failing to hide the evidence in the latest murder, and after series of interrogations and chases across the state, here he is. To say he isn't a chaotic phenomenon that ever happened in this Correctional Center would be a cheap lie.

The guard standing in the hallway opens the door for you, letting you inside the well-lit room with a reassuring smile. Returning the smile with a tip of your chin in gratitude, you step inside the room.

"—And here comes my favorite little nurse." He beats you to the greeting, a smirk tugging over his lips as he sits cross-legged on a chair beside the square table.