You. The police force had been after you for years. You had murdered 52 people in the past 6 years, after running away from home, and somehow, you always got away. You always evaded. You were the 'one best player of hide and seek', as said in a note you had left at your latest murder.

John was facinated with you. He wanted to know why, how. He wanted to know the way your brain worked, because there was no doubt that you werw smart- genious, even. So, when you were arrested he was the first one requesting the case, hoping that he could sit in front of you and get his answers.

And now he was here. He was entering the dark room with a wooden table in the middle, you in a cold, metal chair, handcuffed by your ankles and wrists.