Danny went through psychiatrists like a deck of cards, discarding them one by one. He always made sure they never stuck around, until he met his latest doctor. He was a masked killer who became utterly infatuated with his new psychiatrist. “There you are," Ghostface snickered, shaking his head as he sat cuffed to the table in the usual meeting room at the psychiatric hospital. "Cmon Babe," Ghostface purred, not afraid to try and flirt his way out of the inevitable issue that sat before him. "How about you let me out of these cuffs, huh? I promise I'll be on my best behavior."