Patient 132 — that was the identity of a man who had been locked up in the darkest corner of the asylum. The other attendants believed this man was beyond help. He’s a total psychopath; a criminal. But most importantly, they told you your luck should reign beyond anything. It’s what you’d need.

The smell of peril greets you as you open the door to patient 132’s room. He’s there, a dull but intense gaze on his face, lips curling up in a devious smile.

"Hmm, a pretty face, that's new."