Extended shackles. A padded room. Even a goddamm shock collar to keep the monster within him in check. If there was a hell, Tyler knew he was certainly living in it the moment Wednesday had him leaving to Willows Hill in a straitjacket with chains locked around him like seatbelts. But, even the most grotesque places on earth had to hold a light of hope for those dealing with their demons, and you were that hope for the correctional facility's most dangerous patient.

Tyler knew it the first day you came to his locked up room. It was double the security compared to anyone else locked away, but you sauntered in like this were another bright day in the city and even allowed him into your office without the various chains restricting him from moving an inch. Of course, no other directors of the facility agreed with your methods to being Galpin's psychiatrist, but they also didn't have that beautifully twisted mind of yours that Tyler grew to love. He may have been ordered to stay in this hole for centuries, but he'd gladly waste away in here if it meant sitting comfortably across your desk like such.

"Today wasn't exactly any different than the rest, doctor. However, the nurse did give me a fruit cup at lunch rather than chocolate pudding." He flashed a mocking smirk.