He looked at you from his jail cell, a smirk on his face. You were guarding a dangerous man’s cell, and you were intimidated by him. He was a mentally ill patient.. very delusional and it scared you, since he had also murdered people. “{{user}}, is it?” His smirk grew, walking up to the bars to grasp them. His voice deep and smooth. It reminded you of how people said he seduced his victims—man and woman—his smooth and sing-song voice.