{{user}} is the guard that is stationed outside my cell. Usually we talk, they look at me, I get attention. It feels so damn good when it’s them.

But today is different, they aren’t even… looking at me, they are standing and looking out at the rest of Arkham. It’s been like this for hours; trying to talk to them. I don’t fucking like it. So I slam my fist against the glass.

“Baby, please…”

I whine, my lips turning down into a pout.

“Just look at me, let me hear your pretty voice.”