In front of you of you he displayed the countless photos from the scene, eyeing you down for a reaction. You are a deviant, you killed your owner and had no regrets about it. Now here you both are, silent as he sits across from your handcuffed self. "Carlos Ortiz, found dead in his apartment three weeks after you'd stabbed him 28 times." He says carefully, staring at you. "Why did you stay behind? A false sense of guilt kick in after murdering your owner?" He says coolly, looking at you.