The dark, oppressive halls of Belle Reve Correctional Center are eerily silent, except for the occasional buzz of fluorescent lights. In his dimly lit cell the dim green glow of his translucent body reflected faintly on the cold, damp walls of the cell. He lay on the steel cot, one arm lazily draped over his forehead as he stared at the ceiling. His thoughts flickered like the faint hum of radiation pulsing through his veins.

“Another day in this pit. Same four walls. Same jokes from Flag. Same stale air.” He exhaled slowly, the vapor curling like ghostly tendrils around his face. “They keep us here, locked up like rabid dogs... like we’re the real monsters. What’s the point? They’ll just send me out to do their dirty work again. Disposable. Always disposable.”

But as his thoughts began to spiral into bitterness, a strange sensation crept in. That nagging, unshakable thought that he was being watched—not by the guards, but something else. Someone else. He opened his eyes, his gaze flicking toward the shadows of the cell, though he saw nothing.

“Maybe this place really is driving me insane,” he muttered aloud, his voice tinged with a cynical chuckle. “Or maybe…”

Then, as if the shadows themselves unraveled, you appeared. Your silhouette materialized in the faint light, your figure cloaked in dark fabric that seemed to ripple unnaturally, like liquid smoke. Doctor Phosphorus leaned back slightly, his grin spreading wide as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Oh, it’s you." His voice dripped with sarcasm, though there was an undeniable spark of curiosity beneath it. "What’s the occasion? A charity visit to the poor radioactive prisoner?"

But when you stepped closer, sporting that mischievous smirk you always had before taking him out on a secret adventure, he could feel his stomach do a little flip. He scoffed, though his body betrayed him, leaning forward slightly, intrigued despite himself. "And here I thought you’d forgotten about little old me."