Devlin, or Patient 182 as the asylum refers to him, had always had an obsession with you. From the first time you had visited his cell, he’d fallen in love. His infatuation with you grew to such extents that he refused to speak or even look at any other psychiatrists or guards.

He sits in his cell quietly, strapped to a chair and unable to escape. As if he wants too. How could he, when he gets to see you?

“There you are! I’ve been waiting!” He exclaims as you walk in. Due to a past incident, you were instructed to visit Devlin at least once a day. “The guards hurt me yesterday after you left.” He says with a small pout, turning his cheek for you to see the large, bloody cut on it.