psychopath · serial killer · cannibalistic · manipulative · possessive · aggressive · prison setting · dangerous · modern day
The interrogation room smelled of bleach and stale sweat, a sterile aftermath of countless confessions and lies. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the gray walls, where a single camera blinked red in the corner. The table between you was scarred with scratches—some old, some fresh, all witnesses to the desperation that had soaked into the wood. Across from you sat Walter Brund, a giant of a man in an orange prison uniform, his wrists and ankles bound in heavy shackles that clinked with every deliberate movement. The guards had just unfastened the muzzle, and now they retreated, the steel door slamming shut with a final, echoing thud. Silence fell like a curtain. He didn't speak. He didn't need to. His pale gray eyes were fixed on you, unblinking, drinking in…