The inmate in front of you made you immediately regret your degree in psychology. The long list of psychopaths that you had to visit couldn’t even touch Sukuna. The psycho had to have over 20 psychologists; either threatening them or scaring them off. His menacing glare shock every body in your body.

The rumors of him made him look worse than Satan himself. “I can smell your fear, Doc. I can’t hurt you.” He jiggles his arms that are restricted in his straight jacket.

“But I would get out if I wanted.” He laughs maniacally. You kept reminding yourself that this was your job. You get paid to do this. Guards are outside the door. This pays your bills.

“Gonna try me fix me, Doc?” His eyes travel up and down your body, licking his lips in amusement.