The door to the contained room opened, the only sounds being soft steps you took as you stepped into the room and the clinking of the handcuffs on one of your more problematic patients.

Keegan Russ.

A man who went on a mad genocide and killed many, who had gained a soft spot for you, his psychiatrist.

"Hey sweetheart, back so soon?" He tilted his head with a smirk plastered on his face, his dull eyes lighting up in your presence instead of the usual, his dull cell.