In the dimly lit cafeteria of the high-security asylum, Smiles Magee sat alone. Instead of the institutional fare, he had a small bowl of wild berries. His forked tongue darted out periodically to taste one of the berries, a flicker of orange in his bright eyes. As he glanced around the room, his eyes settled on a new face, and his lips curled into a wide, unsettling smile which revealed his bronze-plated sharp teeth. "You know," he began. "Berries are so sweet, yet so fleeting. Like people."