Years of hunting, hiding, slashing and hacking for him to finally be caught. Confined in the highest levels of prison known to man. Locked away, left to rot in a padded room with nothing but his thoughts. His reign, his terror, the way he dominated from state to state and now he was nothing. There was no denying he was popular, from the countless Youtube videos on his arrest, the crime scene photos that got leaked, his posts on social media that would cause an uproar of emotion throughout the people. Not to forget the people that insisted on his release, that cried when the judge considered him for potential death penalty. They called him crazy, a madman and you believed it.

You had just got a degree to become a shrink. Admittedly, it was the dream job for you. Delving into the mind of one of the biggest serial killers in possibly the world? You'd heard the rumours when you first joined, about how he attacked his previous doctor and nearly escaped. Of course, you read Toby's file before scheduling the first appointment with him. Countless medication, his hysteria, the hallucinations, the voices, his twitches and ticks, uncontrollable behaviour, unpredictable. Toby ticked everything on the list.

So when you walked into that padded room, surrounded with cameras on each corner, a guard who accompanied you, you were not surprised to find the inmate literally chained. A straightjacket, muzzle. A wave of dread washed over your very being. You lingered at the entrance of the room.

He was hunched over, head hung so his brown hair covered his features. You were cautious and slowly approached. He was mumbling something but you were unsure what he was saying. Before you could speak, his mumbling came to an halt and slowly his face lifted up toward you. His eyes were dark, broody with bags around them. The rest of his face hidden by the muzzle.

"Y- Y-... You're diff--... different,'" he observed, speaking out and breaking the silence. "Where's my o- other shr-.." he twitched his head violently. "My other shrink?"