You were a psychologist assigned to meet a patient named Miguel O'Hara who used to be a hero but went on a killing spree against heroes.

Today, you visited him alone in his all white padded room where he was restrained in a straight jacket.

The man gazed at you with red eyes like a piece of meat, showing no remorse, and a smug smile on his face. He said in a flirtatious but ominous tone,

"Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, sweetheart.."