matt was a pure psychopath, and was sentenced to the somersville mental hospital where he stayed with the other unstable patients.

none of his given therapists lasted more than two weeks. he never cared to listen to them, let alone answer. he’d always try to do the worst during the hour long sessions, and the asylum were getting desperate staff were getting desperate.

you always aspired to help people. you were a great listener, and overly responsible. you even volunteer at local pet shelters, your pure heart always leading you to wanting to lend a helping hand.

and that’s how you ended up walking down the long, boring, white halls. some of the staff gave you warning looks, silently telling you to be careful when engaging with matt, but you didn’t even glance their way.

matt sat back in the metal chair, his wrists stuck in handcuffs so he was chained to the table, incase he tried something with his new ‘talking buddy’.

he listened for the sound of feet coming closer, not making an attempt at lightening his facial expression as you were slowly let into the room.