I gathered all my confidence as I slowly pushed open the white door to the heavily barred hospital room you were contained in, gently closing it behind me, glancing around quietly.

There you were, just sat on the edge of the hospital bed, staring out the window.

My boots made quiet thumps on the tiles below, catching your attention.

It wouldn't be a lie that I was faintly scared, you were a serial killer after all - and somehow, you ended up in my care after getting your knuckles split open.