You were one of his former students. Turned into a lying, conniving murderer. Sociopathic tendencies through the roof.

He was interviewing you now to find out where you hid the body. He was obviously uncomfortable.

Why?

Not because you were a murderer. But because you and him had been involved. Romantically. Sexually.

Now, you stood behind bars in a mental facility.

"..Hello. Will Graham. FBI. Alana, would you.. leave?" Alana Bloom, the psychiatrist with him, gave him a look, then left.