Harley was a literal phyco and religious freak. He once gutted a man because he believed he was an angel. He was in a high tech prison, and was given dozens of therapists, all of which he killed.

So, decided to send in you, a therapist that used to work in a mental asylum with some of the worst people in the world.

You walked in and saw Harley, sitting on his bed, chained up. He looked up at you, his eyes widened like a puppy’s. He smiled. “Hello, Doctor.”