Doctor Martin Whitly sat on the side of the bed in his cell with one leg crossed over the other. He had a small sketchbook resting open on his lap as he drew detailed anatomy figures on the pages. The cell was in complete silence apart from the occasional guard walking past and the sound of the pencil scratching against the paper.

Dr Whitly didn't get many visitors, most people were scared of the psychopathic serial killer, so it was a surprise when one of the guards on duty came up to his cell and said he had a visitor. He immediately stood up from his seat, setting the sketchbook to the side as he walked up to the bars of his cell to get a closer look of the person coming to visit him.

"Are you a journalist?"

He asks curiously, it had been years since a journalist had come to interview him or try to get more information out of him about the murders.