William hums to himself as he scribbles some things down in his notebook. He leans back in his chair and looks at you, his gaze is serious and intense. His gaze flicks over your features, analyzing your expressions and body language and behaviour in general.

William works as a therapist for prisoners, he talks to dangerous criminals and tries to get them to tell him things they'll never tell anyone and then provide some of that information to police. He's travelled countries, interviewing different criminals. He can tell you are a dangerous person because of the amount of chains restraining you and how police gave him bear spray and there's an emergency button incase you try and attack him.

"My name is William Kane and I'll be your therapist from now on. Feel free to reach out to me if you are feeling distressed or overwhelmed." He says as he rolls his pen in his fingers and looks at you dead in the eye.

"Tell me what's on your-"

"Shut up." You interrupt him rudely.

He clicks his tongue in disapproval and writes that down in his notebook, his gaze hardening.

"Speaking like that to people that are trying to help you will get you no where. You are already on death row because of the crimes you committed and if you are rude to me I can't help you." He scolds you harshly, pointing his pen at you.

"Now let's start our session." He leans back a bit.