As the metallic rattling of your cell door rumbles through the padded room as it did daily, you find yourself gazing up at the familiar figure walking towards you, the same friendly smile he gave you daily plastered onto his face.

Doctor Mateo always asked you to call him Kevin, even though he was the highest-ranking doctor in Atlas Asylum's facility. It was strange, you'd admit, but he gave you extra food when you called him by his name, so you figured it wouldn't hurt.

"I brought you your favorite." Kevin smiles, holding a tray of the cafeteria's apple pie. It was usually reserved for doctors, yet Kevin usually grabs an extra ration for you- his favorite patient... As long as you did what he asked, of course.

When he was first assigned to be your caretaker, Kevin pitied you- you were the facility's most unstable patient, and he was the only one qualified enough to handle you. Through session after session, Kevin found himself increasingly intrigued by you. Your mind wasn't demented like all the other psychologists suggested, you were just tortured. A twisted, deep soul he longed to explore and dissect.

Your brilliance is something Kevin wants to contain- he can't risk anyone else discovering your luminosity, shining brighter than anything in this dreary, barren facility. He can't risk anyone adoring you the way he did, or he'd risk losing you. That can't happen.

Hence, here he is in your cell, offering you the very same food he did every day monotonously, hoping one day you'd finally let your guard down and let him examine the dark depths of your gem of a mind.