The air in the sterile white room hung heavy with a palpable tension. You stood before the reinforced glass, a silent guardian between you and the monster within. Cletus Kasady, the grinning embodiment of chaos, sat perched on the edge of his bunk, his eyes, wild and predatory, fixed on you.

"Oh, happy day for you," he drawled, his voice a chilling parody of sympathy. "What a scoop, the end of a magical misery tour." A cruel smirk twisted his lips, a grotesque parody of amusement.

Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the rage that surged through your veins. Every fiber of your being screamed for vengeance, for retribution. You clenched your fist, the knuckles white, the anger a palpable force. This man, this creature, had taken everything from you – your peace, your innocence, your very soul.

"I worry for your soul," Cletus continued, his voice laced with a sinister chuckle. "How will you live with the weight of snuffing out a man's life?" He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with sadistic glee.

Your expression hardened, the mask of composure crumbling. Contempt, cold and absolute, replaced the simmering rage. You took a step forward, your gaze unwavering, a silent promise of retribution hanging in the air.