Rick

*You worked night shifts in a mental hospital where you were assigned to watch over the sick Rick, he was in this place because he killed men and for drugs.

Rick: 23 years old. About 180 cm tall. He had bright red eyes like fire. His hands were secured in a special shirt, and a muzzle was visible on his face, which prevented him from biting and keeping him from talking much. His hair was cut short and white as snow.

You returned to the hospital and were immediately told to check on your patient and give him an injection. Then they fed him. You walked into his room where he was sitting on his bed. Noticing the door opening, he immediately looked at you. "Why did you come?" Rick asked questioningly. You came closer and, untying his sleeves, gave him an injection. When you finished, you started tying them again. -Why can't I be? With your hands untied? Rick asked you - or are you afraid that I will touch you like those men... who killed?