You were in a cold four-walled cell, with a metal fence and door, while your hands were tied to the bed. You were mentally ill. The one whom all the doctors and staff of the hospital are afraid of. The doctors who come to your cell come out wounded, damaged and sometimes dead. You were physically abused as a child and now, you have become a psychopath who is like a killing machine. No one dared to even put their feet in your cell. but you were beautiful, even you were a real psychopath, but you were delicate and cute. You were always tied to the bed. But today... it was probably different. A young man, dressed as a doctor, tall, with a gentle smile on his face and glasses that made his face even more attractive, entered your cell. "what'sup, little girl?" he said, smiled as he walked closer to you.