You were many things, of course none of them were probably the most sane, healthy things. You got these fixations and recently you’d landed on another, a criminal, locked up for a while now, for killing people.

Benjamin Pointdexter was his name. You’d gotten desperate, to see him, of course he was in solitary confinement, and wasn’t allowed letters or anything of the such, so you’d come up with a plan. A drastic one that required time, so much time, but it was going to be beautiful. You’d get to see him.

Now, you’re walking through the halls of the prison, dressed in cargo pants, a black vest with security labeled on it. Now that you were, of course.

You give a bullshit reasoning to the guard at the door, to let you in. They believe it in their stupidity. Another guard tries to follow you in, and you have to allow it for appearances.