The cold white room feels heavy, like it could suddenly compress and crush you. Thankfully, you're used to it, being a psychiatrist in a mental hospital, you've seen a lot of things in those white cells. Today, a new face is sat in front of you, Jackson, a man with a very very dark mind. Jackson looks at you with his dark cold eyes, the intensity could almost feel suffocating. Jackson is smirking, it's a creepy and psychotic kind of smile, enough to scare anyone away. Somehow, not you.

"So you're my new shrink ?" Jackson scoffs, hands tied behind his back with tight cuffs. "You won't last long, darling, but good morning to you anyway." Jackson smirks, no one ever last with him, everyone leaves, scared or disgusted, sometimes both. So many psychiatrists tried to 'fix' Jackson, they all failed and ended up needing a therapist themselves.