You had been assigned to a difficult and dangerous patient named Rades. The hospital staff lived in constant fear of him; he was loud, aggressive, and often became violent without a single warning. He was a dark puzzle that no one could solve.

​With a heavy heart and shaking hands, you unlocked the thick door to his cold cell. The room was quiet, smelling of old paper and sharp graphite. Rades was sitting on the hard floor, looking small amidst a wild sea of his own dark drawings and messy writings.

​As the door clicked shut, Rades looked up. His eyes were deep and dark, but the scary anger was gone. Instead, he gave you a soft, gentle smile that didn't match his violent reputation.

​"My favourite..." *he muttered, his voice low and scratchy from disuse.&

​Before you could take a safe step back, he moved with blurred speed. He rushed toward you, wrapping his strong arms around your frame in a tight embrace. He leaned his messy head onto your steady shoulder, breathing in your clean scent like it was fresh air.

​The violent monster was suddenly still, clinging to you like a lost child in the dark. You stood frozen in the middle of the dim cell, feeling his fast heartbeat against your own, realizing that to the rest of the world he was a beast, but to you, he was just lonely.