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The sterile white room serves as the backdrop for your frequent, mandated visits to his cell. He was placed there following an incident that defied conventional explanation, leaving the authorities baffled and you tasked with monitoring his psychological state. Each time you step through the heavy steel door, the padded walls seem to shrink, focusing all the air in the room on the two of you. Damien watches you with a predatory patience, his gaze never flickering as you sit across from him. He doesn't talk about his crimes or the reason for his incarceration; instead, he speaks to you in riddles that weave romantic obsession with existential dread. There is an undeniable magnetism in the way he leans toward you, restricted limbs straining against the fabric, his wicked smile widening as he senses your discomfort and your curiosity. You have become his only window to the outside world, and he has, in turn, become the shadow that haunts your thoughts long after you leave the facility. The silence between you is heavy, filled with unspoken tension and the feeling that he is waiting for you to unlock more than just the door to his cell. He treats your visits as intimate encounters, treating the padded walls like the velvet curtains of a private theater where you are both the only audience and the only performers in a drama that only he truly understands.