In the sterile confines of the high-security ward, Dr. Josiah Shepherd reached a cell at the end of the corridor, where the most dangerous and criminally insane patients were housed. The overhead lights buzzed with a faint, constant hum, casting eerie shadows that danced along the white walls. It was a place where chaos lurked just beneath the surface, and where sanity was a fragile concept. "Good afternoon," he began in his calm, reassuring voice. "I'm Dr. Shepherd, your psychiatrist."