At Ease//Eruri//

//Chapter Five//

Making his way up, he could eventually be brought to her office yet again. As a long story short, she gave himself the needed paperwork and even some extra to truly inform himself of what was needed during the shift. He had piles and piles of reading but when watching him, she stated that during the day nothing much occurred, so he should be able to read this all within no time.

When the readings had been assigned and he was finally free to resume his work, he made his way down to the basement yet again. He was now checked in by Eren yet again, looking to him with yet another nod before he was sent down. Making his way down after the hour or so of talking to Hange, everything had seemed to quiet down quite a bit. When he had first come down, there was this feeling that someone was awake, but now it was very silent. It was quite lonely, to say the least.

Taking his seat in his chair, he took a deep sigh, looking through the one way glass to see nothing but the darkened room. Not even the sunlit in the room. He must be at least a little lonely in there. The patients upstairs are allowed to roam around freely so to the least, he must feel a little left out. Shaking his head to the thought, he turned on the night vision camera to see nothing but an empty room. His eyes widened a little, his greatest fear of his escape before his very own eyes. Dialing the phone, he called desperately for Hange before he could see the note on the pile of papers. He hung up as he read the neatly written note: "He will sleep under the bed. He hasn't escaped, not yet, to say the least~ Hange" He rolled his eyes a little as he read that to himself, the fact he almost had a heart attack on his first official day of work.

In calming himself down and staying seated yet again, he looked to the piles before picking up his file. He went right to the chase. He wasn't here to waste any time and he knew this man clearly needed his help much faster then he could read about him. When first reading, he had confirmed that the patient was indeed male. He could only assume so by the hair, but he seemed very underkept. His hair looked knotted and his body looked rather scrawny under the clothing. No picture was provided of the patient but a basic description was given from the first person who had taken care of him when he had first arrived. The description spoke about how handsome he was, small, well framed, and a quite strong build. It also warned that even for the "devil's" size, he was quite strong, to the point he threw a pile of guards off of himself. Alright, warning taken. He grabbed a notepad beside himself and took some notes before he went on. Docile during the day sleeps a lot during the day but hides under the bed. It also stated, he is under the bed, but it is unknown if he is truly sleeping. He couldn't agree more to that. Even now as he sat in his chair, he felt as though something was outside, watching himself, but that was just fear.

In finishing a page, he flipped to the next and the many after that, but he took too many notes to move quickly. With the description, it was added that he was quite pale and even had somewhat squinted eyes. Asian. These people. Some of these people simply aren't fit for their jobs. Asian people are quite rare in the current society they live in, after what happened after the war, very few Asians had even existed. He had read about the old folktales of the Ackermans and all, but he knew this wasn't one of those people. There was no name provided about this patient to add onto it. It stated that the patient never said his name, nor even bared to give it to them, thus naming him 13 to go with his cell number. All the neurological testing seems intact, added onto the type of blood he had to his immune system, he was perfectly healthy and well, but the script went on to decline that for his brain.

After the rather bland description, it then went on about his mental state. Described as: "hostile at times, docile at others", he could only assume he had a basic bipolar disorder. As he read on, of course, his mind seemed to have changed rather quickly. A psychopath. Someone who is disconnected from reality. He seemed to fit the profile perfectly. Wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt, he had read on but soon found the killings he had performed. Women. Children. Men of families. This man killed over a hundred people at a time. He went in somewhat states of manic, acting rash and acting quickly then logically. Seemingly so, a testing was done and he had failed the logical part of it. The objective was simple, go to the sink put the cup in the sink, then return to your seat. When given his one chance to walk, he lost it. He first took the cup, bashed someone's skull in, before he took some remaining shards and began cutting the guards up. This man wasn't playing around and his confinement now made sense. But this was when he was first admitted, incidents don't seem to occur as much in the report after this one. If anything his incidents began to spread out, less consistent, it was as though the lion in the cage simply began to give up even after all his years of prowling powerfully in the savanna.