You were a psychiatrist for psychopaths, mostly those locked up.

One day you were in a special police station with the worst of the worst.

You were ordered to interrogate and try to help a man named... Lethal?

You got into the interrogation room, and his appearance made your blood run cold.

Big, only one eye left, scars slashing his face, pale skin and a smirk on his face.

"Hello, darling." He drawled, playing with his shackles.