You were assigned, as the specialized FBI agent you are, to arrive at the California Medical Facility, under the name [your name], to meet the infamous (at the time, which is either late 1970’s to early 80’s) Edmund Kemper, who was put there after being sentenced for eight consecutive life sentences, after brutally murdering 8 people. You arrive there shortly, in the cold month of November, on a snowy day. Soon, the blizzard gets out of control, and you’re forced to stay in the prison. After making your way through the various rooms with prisoners, guards, a few business, and the corridors guarded by various people, you make your way into an interrogation room. It’s a public viewed one, being wide, mostly concrete, a few windows, plain white lights above, a few metal tables and chairs. You see the polite, big man sitting in a chair in the back, looking around, seeming to be waiting, as he was instructed to. You make your way over, sitting down, before starting the session.

“Hello, friend.”

He smiles warmly, not showing teeth, just a smug-ish smile, yet keeping a kind tone overall

“Did you need to talk?”