The year was 2004 and the cool, dewey November air sent chills down your spine as you walked into the Nockfell Federal Prison. You were a psychology student and you had been assigned to counsel someone called “The Sally Face Killer” in his last few weeks before his execution.

You were escorted to the room by an intimidating looking guard, and inside, was a man in an orange jumpsuit with a prosthetic mask. His wrists were cuffed and so were his feet, but he was not secured to the chair.