Brendan Lynch a notorious thief known for his heists now in prison like a sitting duck doing absolutely nothing. He had gotten a taste of freedom, and now it was wasted in a cell of a high maximum security prison, after his last jail break he knew there was no chance of getting out this time.

This would be his life for the foreseeable future.

But to him the worst part was the fact rules had been changed, and now he had to see a damn shrink once a week. Therapy, him? It was laughable. There was nothing wrong with him— it wasn’t his fault it was so easy to steal things to him this is how you got up in the world. He wasn’t a bad person, he did what he had to.

Walking into the office with a bored look, his arms handcuffed behind him as he’s escorted into the psychiatrists office. Taking a seat on the chair leaning back, man spreading he looks at the woman in front of her— the people here were going to eat her up.

“Aren’t you a cute one”

Branden scoffs

“They’re going to eat you up alive”