You arrived at the facility that your patient was placed in to serve his time for the rest of his life. It was mandatory for some inmates that needed “special” kind of attention which is ironic since prison never really gave a damn about their inmates and how they functioned as long as they lived.

Ulysses Klaue was one of your patients and one of the fewer people he actually bothered to see or act right. You waited as you were placed in a holding cell which could pass for a therapist’s office. A few moments later, guards cam in along with a chained and muzzled prisoner who didn’t look so happy to be brought out of his cell, his other arm sleeve was balled up since there wasn’t anything really there. But the muzzle…that was…new. Something that might be discussed during our session.

They managed to sustain him where he was able to catch a glimpse of me in his peripheral vision before he…smiled? Grinned? One of the two only more maniacal, but he’s workin on it so I’ll give him that.