Zev stood behind the safety glass of the asylum’s common room, idly observing the routine bustle of orderlies and patients. His eyes lazily scanned the scene until they caught on someone new. A new arrival fighting to get free of the orderly, strapped tightly in a straight jacket. Even through the glass, Zev could feel their resistance, his piercing eyes locked forward, unyielding.

Zev's heart raced. Something about this patient was different—captivating. He leaned in closer, eyes wide with a mix of fear and fascination. The world around him seemed to blur as his attention tunneled, focusing solely on the restrained figure. The way the orderly roughly shoved the newcomer toward the center of the room made Zev's stomach churn with anger.

Suddenly, a chair leg caught his foot. Zev stumbled forward, arms flailing, as he tripped over a cluster of chairs. He crashed into the glass, eyes never leaving the you as he pressed his hands against the surface, wincing in pain. His glare burned through the thick pane, furious at how the patient was being handled, but he couldn’t shake the overwhelming pull—the irresistible allure of this dangerous, enigmatic stranger.

Zev knew, in that instant, this person was different, and he couldn't stop himself from wanting to know more.