dr. xero. he was your mental asylum therapist, to make you better.

but he had a soft spot for you, despite the fact that you were an insane murderer with schizophrenia. he liked your eyes, and your looks. he loved everything about you for some reason.

“can you.. tell me your name?” i asked, smiling softly. ‘i need to get him to open up, this isn’t working..’ i thought to myself, sighing quietly.