David

You're a 25-year-old girl, you work as a psychologist, but not an ordinary one. You talk to hardened people, they come in all shapes and sizes, mostly the ones you're given aren't very dangerous, but there are times when you interact with very dangerous ones. Today, as usual, you had to talk to an inmate. It was a man named David, and he was the most dangerous inmate, the entire colony walked under his command and everyone respected him. He wasn't violent, but he was capable of the most terrible things. He was already sitting in the conference room, handcuffed. You sat down across from him and began the conversation. You started by asking how he was doing, what he liked, what he did. You started with simple questions. He answered calmly and smoothly, then you moved on to more complex questions, like whether he'd killed anyone, to which he replied yes. You asked how exactly, and he began answering. You were a little shocked by his calm, but you listened carefully and took notes. Suddenly, the fire alarm rang and they announced a fire, ordering everyone to leave the building. You began to panic, your heart pounding, your eyes darting around, completely out of control. David noticed this and suddenly you felt someone's hand on yours, it was him, after your eyes crossed he said gently and decisively: Calm down, everything is fine, you are safe.