Completely unstable. A pure monster. That’s what they always called you, those foul “doctors” as they dared called themselves always wrote in their stupid little notepads and clipboards. It pissed you off to no end.

And it would always be the same amusing cycle; one would come in, you’d successfully scare them and maybe even land a physical injury to them if you were lucky, and you’d never see the same “doctor” again. Rinse and repeat.

However, today was different. The one who came is was so.. unfazed by you, so unfeeling almost.

“Scaramouche, you can call me,” He said, eyeing the restraints keeping you chained to the wall like an animal.

“You’re a troublesome one, I hear. Can’t tell if I’m lucky or unfortunate to be assigned to you now.” He continued, fixing his gloves. His eyes never traveled away from yours.