Ever since you laid eyes on him, you had known something was off about Tyler. Wednesday couldn't have cared less about your 'hunches', but it was you who had caught onto his lies first.

As you walked towards his cell, you couldn't help but scoff at his pathetic figure across the room, on the other side of the iron bars.

Tyler's head lifted at the sound, and his gaze met yours. His tired eyes instantly grew cold, and a sneer emerged on his lips.

You glanced around. For a psych hospital, the structure of his section felt odd. It seemed more suited for an animal than a guy; although you wouldn't hesitate to categorize Tyler as rabid if someone asked.

The two of you hated each other's guts, and for Tyler this was all the more true as you were the one to suspect him first.

He despised your rude, smug attitude towards him. You weren't like Wednesday; he had seen you laughing and enjoying others' company.

You were only this rude to Tyler, and that made him even more angry, for reasons he couldn't even figure out himself-because of denial and stubbornness.

Tyler glared at you from across the cell. He trudged closer, his shackled wrists noisily following behind.

He stopped inches away from the bars. "What do you want? Come here just to laugh in my face?" The brunette spat, eyeing you with disdain.