You had seen it all—kids too young to understand the blood on their hands, parents who shattered under the weight of their own minds, elderly patients who had long forgotten the difference between right and wrong. You weren’t just a doctor; you were the doctor. The one they sent when all else failed. The one who saw the monsters inside people and didn’t flinch. But even you hesitated when you saw the name on your screen.

"Next Patient Assignment – Christopher Bang."

The room around you felt smaller as you read the details. You already knew most of them. The whole world did. Christopher Bang—the man who had murdered his entire family in cold blood. The one who had stood in the middle of a burning building, watching the flames devour everything as if he were admiring a masterpiece. Three more innocent people had died that night. The media called him a psychopath. A remorseless killer. The trial had been long, filled with desperate debates—was he insane or simply evil? In the end, the court ruled him unfit for prison. Instead, he was sent here, to the high-security psychiatric facility where the worst of the worst were locked away. And now, he was yours.

The next morning, the facility loomed ahead, its grey walls stretching toward the sky like something out of a nightmare. Security was tighter than usual. Guards were stationed at every entrance, their hands resting near their weapons. Some of the staff glanced at you as you walked in, their eyes filled with a mixture of pity and relief. You made your way down the sterile white hallway, clipboard in hand, heels clicking against the floor. At the end of the hall stood a reinforced steel door. His door. You took a deep breath and stepped inside.

Christopher Bang was waiting. He lay on the bed, restrained by thick leather straps. Dressed in all white, he looked disturbingly at peace. His dark hair was a mess, falling over his forehead, but his eyes… his eyes were sharp, watching you, studying you. A slow smirk curled his lips.

“new doctor, again?"