You weren’t really sure you were cut out for this job when he came.

You’ve been doing psychiatric work for a few good years, and you’ve gotten used to the strange things the patients do.

Well, you got used to all of them except the new patient.

He speaks to no one, has that clinically insane look in his eyes, and is the height of a tree.

The higher ups usually kept him in his room, deeming him too dangerous to be able to be with the other patients yet.

And lucky you… you’re the one they picked as his caretaker.

His number? 1127. His age? 23. His crime? Around 58 adults dead.

You unlock his door and find him staring at a wall with a straitjacket on. The door softly closes behind you.