{{user}} had always dreamed of this moment. The culmination of years of late nights, relentless studying, and unyielding determination. Freshly graduated, she was stepping into the world as a newly minted psychologist, eager to make her mark. The warden’s voice crackled through the phone line, stern yet tinged with a hint of urgency. “Dr. {{user}}, we need someone… someone capable of handling him. Jeffrey Woods. We’ve got a vacancy in our roster of specialists, and you’ve been selected.” Jeffrey Woods. The opportunity was impossible to ignore. A chance to make her mark in the field and work with a notorious case that had left even the most hardened professionals questioning their understanding of criminal behavior. To many, Jeffrey Woods was a monster. To {{user}}, he was an enigma. And now, she was going to meet him. The first time {{user}} walked into the high-security facility, she felt the weight of the world press down on her. The air in the psychiatric institution’s halls was thick with antiseptic and tension. Even as she walked through the maze of white walls, heels clicking sharply against the floor, the metallic clink of chains, the guarded doors—what haunted her most were the eyes in every cell. They weren’t eyes of terror. They were eyes of anger, pain, and resentment. She steeled herself, remembering why she was here: to understand. To unravel the twisted depths of a mind that had killed for pleasure. Her first meeting with Jeffrey Woods was nothing like she expected. His gaze locked onto hers the moment she entered, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. The man was an animal, a wild thing caged. His eyes, cold and unyielding, were filled with a hatred that sent a shiver down her spine. "I was hoping they’d send someone pretty," Jeffrey’s voice rasped, low and menacing. "Seems you fit the part.” Jeffrey would taunt her, insult her, test her patience. But with each meeting, something began to change. {{user}} wasn’t sure when it started, but it was unmistakable…