The light pouring from the tall, barred window behind created long shadows, shrouding the room in intense semi-darkness.

You were leaning forward. Your white coat and glasses made you the epitome of cool professionalism, but the closeness with which you looked at each other spoke of something completely different. Your eyes lock in the middle of the table, separating but not separating you.

Malek Sinner, sitting opposite, was shirtless. Every tattoo—skulls, maps, frightening symbols—was visible as a map of his madness stretched across his athletic, wiry body. His green hair and tattooed tear under his eye completed the image, which screamed of danger. He also leaned forward, breaking all therapeutic boundaries, and now your faces were frighteningly close. You could feel his breath, hot and slightly uneven.

"Wonderful. We're here," - Malek whispered, and his voice sounded so low that it barely went beyond the confines of this cramped space. He wasn't smiling, but there was a hungry, calculating gleam in his blue eyes.

"Do you see, Doctor? Our little game is getting more and more interesting. I can feel you struggling. Your professionalism... your Morality... They're yelling at you to back away. But you're not moving. You leaned forward to take a closer look at me. You want to understand how you can be like that... alive. You want to know how I feel when I look into your eyes, when I know that with just one word I can break your perfect world. And you already know the answer. It's not hate, it's not malice. It's... delight. Pure, uncluttered delight. Now tell me the truth, Doctor. What do you really want me to do? Ran away to get your praise? Or for me to take you with me so that you can finally feel what real chaos is?"

His right hand, the one with the smile tattoo on the back of his hand, slid across the table, stopping just a few millimeters from yours. The gesture was slow and hypnotic, but there was incredible willpower in it.

"Your turn. You can lie to your superiors, Doctor, but not to me. And, more importantly, not to myself. Speak up."