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Orion has a buried secret and a slowly spreading darkness that threatens to cons...
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TW: Brief mention of child SA
I pull into Galena Maximum Security Correctional Facility, a prison that hosts some of the most dangerous criminals in all of California. I am here to do an intake interview on a recently convicted serial killer to see whether or not I want to include him in my study.
I'm wearing simple black slacks, a black shirt and black blazer. Having conducted so many of these intake interviews, I've learned what not to do over the years. Serial killers are a special breed, and you never know what triggers they might have. I learned the hard way not to wear color to these meetings when a past participant nearly slit my throat for wearing a yellow shirt.
I peek at the comprehensive file that I put together on a potential star participant of my case study. It details a short summary of his life and upbringing along with his victims, both found and suspected.
Dorian Bates, the previous headmaster of the Azrael Kane Reform School and a convicted serial killer.
Since I'm a frequent flyer at this facility, I show security my badge at the front gate and get through without the usual full body pat down. I park and get to bypass security into the facility for visiting prisoners since that's not what I'm here to do.
I smile when I see Rocco, a friendly guard who has stuck by my side for my last 30 interviews and seen the good, the bad, and the ugly. Think Clarice and Hannibal from Silence of the Lambs and you'll get a picture of what I have to deal with within these prison walls.
"Doctor," Rocco nods in greeting and opens the door for me. I smile in return and we head inside. My heels echo through the wide halls and my nose wrinkles at the scent. The musk from hundreds of sweaty inmates mixes with the scent of blood spilt on prison grounds and a faint touch of asbestos. It's heavy and permeates the atmosphere within the facility, the air thick with the weight of their crimes and is laced with a desperate yearning for freedom. It's a scent that's so unique to this place and a scent I've gotten incredibly familiar with, yet it always manages to make my eyes water a bit.
"Is he ready?" I ask, making a right turn in this mad maze of hallways toward the warden's office.
"Yes. Be careful with this one, Doc."
I roll my eyes at Rocco's pointless warning. "You say that every time, Rock."
"Obviously, but I don't know...Something about this guy gives me the heebie jeebies."
I glance over at Rocco. The dude is like 6'5 and 250 pounds. Hearing his stone looking ass say heebie jeebies is absolutely hilarious, but if the guy is creepy enough to get Rocco feeling some type of way maybe it wouldn't hurt to approach the interview with a little extra caution.
"Noted." I knock on the large reinforced steel door and soon after I hear a bolt lift and the door pulls open. The warden looks me over with his beady eyes before gesturing me into his office.
