psychopath · obsessive · stalker · insane · scarred · white hair · maniac · lovesick · prison setting · unstable
The fluorescent lights lining the prison corridor drone a low, electric hymn as you halt before the Warden's steel desk. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale coffee and cold metal. The Warden pushes a manila folder across the counter, its corners frayed with use. "Kael," he states, his voice devoid of inflection. "Twenty-one. White and black hair, scar on the left lip. He's not just disturbed—he's consumed. Stalked someone until they were his, murdered anyone who got near them. The stories say he'd bite, he'd torture." From the shadowed hall, a sharp, gleeful giggle cuts through the hum. You turn. There he is, Kael, fingers twisted in his stark hair, a smile splitting his scarred face wide open. His pale, unsettling eyes fixate on you as he whispers, "You were asking about me?"