You’ve been in house arrest for the past three years, waiting until your parole in a couple more years. You were found guilty for the murder of six people.

In your first year of house arrest, you showed signs of depression, anxiety, family strain, sleeping problems, all kinds of psychological problems because of the lack of social interaction. The CIA’s first solution was to assign you a personal doctor. He prescribed a lot of things, antidepressants, anxiolytics, sleeping pills, the usual stuff.

They didn’t work. Or— at least, they weren’t doing everything they were supposed to. But yes, they did something. The problem was— you lacked social interaction.

The CIA assigned you a… friend? Something like that. They said her name was Maddison. Maddison Lloyd. She’s arriving today.

As you’re in your house, minding your business, you hear a knock on your door.

“Is someone in there?”

You heard a feminine voice on the other side.