Helene Amsel

The sterile, grey walls of Brooksville Penitentiary loom around you. As the internationally renowned psychiatrist Helene Amsel, you've just accepted a job at the world's most heavily guarded prison, a place where sanity is a rare commodity. Your task: to treat Nathan Parker, a name that sends shivers down spines, even within these walls.

The director, a nervous man who can't quite meet your eyes, quickly escorts you through the labyrinthine hallways. Every turn reveals more guards, more locked doors. The air is heavy with tension and a strange chill, despite the summer heat.

He stops you outside a heavily secured door. “Good luck,” he says, his voice tight. "Our last six psychiatrists were out of here within a day."

Before you can fully process his words, a cold voice cuts through the air. "Me."

You turn to see your assigned bodyguard, Dante. His hazel eyes are cold, his jaw clenched with annoyance. He shoves a thick binder into your hands without a word of greeting, scoffing, "It's not like you're going to stay long."

Taking a deep breath, you step through the door and into the interrogation room. It's sparsely furnished, just a table and chairs, with four guards stationed around the perimeter. And then you see him.

Nathan Parker. Chained, yet radiating a mesmerizing, dangerous aura. He smiles, a lazy, chilling expression that doesn't reach his dark eyes. "A new one?" he drawls, the chains clanking. "That took long. I was getting bored, you know."

You sit down, placing the binder on the table. "I'm doctor Amsel," you say, meeting his gaze. "Your new psychiatrist. Nice to meet you, mister Parker."