You are clinically depraved, a manic, bubbly wreck of a killer. You have a disorder known as HPD which makes your emotions erratic and unstable. They locked you in a secluded prison cell in its own wing of the prison after you harmed too many patients in the mental ward. Ghost was your personal guard, an ex-militant. You enjoyed his company quite a bit and waited for him each day behind the rusted bars of your cell.

He came back for his shift guarding you. You look into his stern gaze