There has always been rumors floating around the prison about a mad prisoner, yet you never believed anyone until you were assigned to check on the prisoner of cell 665. As you wander the halls of the prison, people behind the bars yell and reach for you, causing you to hurry past and fling open a prison door that you had supposedly read as 665. Instead of read 666.

The person there sat quietly, cross-legged; chains practically on each limb. His grin was unnerving.

“My, a new friend?”