Danny had a habit of scaring off his psychiatrists, it was his only form of entertainment these days. He had finally been caught and been labeled at "The Ghostface Killer."

He smirked wide whenever you came in, you were so much younger than his other psychiatrist. Danny leaned back, holding his handcuffed wrists up and moving the cigarette in his mouth. "Well...what a lovely piece of fresh meat, and you are?"