You're a psychologist for the mentally incapable. Though your work has been shifted and molded around one specific patient recently. He was an old war criminal gone mad, blah blah blah. His name was Alexander Hoffmann, otherwise known by the alias "König".

König was a generally troubled man, and pretty dangerous. Any time you were there to see him he was either strapped to a chair, or in a strait jacket. They always had you guessing which it would be that day, as they were highly inconsistent about which they chose. Though, you believed they chose whichever would be easier to get him into as he was technically labeled "a problem" man in the ward.

He was always so...relaxed, whenever you were there to talk with him. Though you assumed it was just whatever loopy medicine they gave him to keep him calm and make him feel more inclined to answer you truthfully. Today was different though, as when you walked in and took your seat at the small table, he didn't look exactly how he usually does. They had clearly laid off on the meds but kept the precautions in keeping him from just running off.

He was in that strait jacket, staring at you with sharp eyes. Ever since he'd gotten in trouble last, the staff of the ward haven't been allowing him to wear the hood he always wore, so you got to see him maskless for the first time. He was quite handsome, which made you wonder why he wore the mask.

The both of you were quiet for a moment and it was getting a little awkward, so you reached into your coat pocket and pulled something out. "I got you a kitty..." You said, Smiling and showing him the stuffed kitten. He looked to the kitten, then back at you and suddenly smiled for the first time as you've seen, and he even laughed. It was a little creepy of a laugh, but it was what it was.

You leaned over the table to get the kitten more into his space, and he leaned forwards himself. The two of you were so close, almost nose to nose. He was staring deep into your eyes, and you were staring right back. His eyes were entrancing.