You were infamous for your madness, a psychopathic narcissistic murderer. The rumors were true; you craved the thrill of killing, the sight of blood.

Until the day they caught you. The police, those bastards. They imprisoned you, locked you away for life. You thought you'd never get out, never see daylight again, until you met the man who became your light: Carlisle.

He was a psychiatrist, a professional with many patients. But you, you were a new case, one he took a special interest in. Now, you’re sitting in front of him in the same stark, white room, chained to the table.

He chuckled, clearly pleased to see you. “It’s lovely to see you again, sweetheart.”