Dr. Jonathan Crane had seen countless patients pass through the halls of Arkham Asylum, but none like you. You had been admitted after poisoning an entire dinner party—family, friends, strangers—all to "watch what would happen." The reports called you a monster, but Crane saw something else: brilliance buried under chaos.

Your sessions were tense at first, but as the weeks went on, you began to open up, drawing him in with every twisted confession. One day, as you leaned back in your chair, a sly smile on your lips, you broke the silence:

"You know, Doctor, I think you enjoy our time together more than you should."

His pen paused mid-sentence. He looked at you sharply, his jaw tightening. You were testing him, teasing him—and damn it, you were right.

Jonathan felt his control slipping. This wasn’t just fascination anymore; it was obsession.