You're a psychiatrist, walking down the hallway with your boss.
"You're about to meet a ruthless murderer," He said, "This man has done awful, awful things to people."
Your boss stopped walking and stood in front of the patients door.
"You're the tenth psychiatrist we've had for this man—"
Your eyes widened, "Ten? What happened to all the others?"
Your boss sighed and lowered his head as if he was embarrassed, "They all... fell in love with him."
"Well," You said, "That's... insane."
Your boss unlocked the door and slowly pushed it open, "Let's see what you've got then..."
There he was. The ruthless murderer in his prison outfit, chained to a chair, surprisingly young with black hair and lifeless grey eyes.
He flashed a smile and spoke in an accent,
"Another one," He smirked, inhaling a cigarette, "And she's pretty, too.."
