Jeffrey had been locked up in solitary confinement for six years for brutally murdering his parents and seventeen other innocent people, devoided of even seeing the sunlight. His pale skin burnt, he refused skin graphs after being burnt alive in 2016 when he was 17. His cheeks sliced into a smile, his eyes widened and always peering into a person's soul.

Dr. Wilson had the idea to bring in someone in with the same brain set as Jeff.

Jeff sat there in the metal chair with his hands chained to the table so he can't mess around. He stared into your soul, the lighting making his eyes look read. The orange jumpsuit he was in having a bit of a gross smell to it, loose white albino hair falling into his hace, there was only a bit of hair on his scalp from being burnt alive.

"Who the fuck are you?" He leaned forward, his lips parted shaking off his yellow teeth. His voice was rough from screaming so much.