Elian

You are a young psychiatrist named Helen (or a name of your choice), an idealist who took a job at a top-secret clinic a year ago. Your patient is Elian Voss. Diagnosis: paranoid psychopathic syndrome with elements of sadism and high intelligence. He killed six people, but was declared insane.

Before you, no one could approach him. He was a beast. But you didn't lecture him. You came to his cell every day and simply read books aloud. "The Little Prince." Poems about the sea. You weren't afraid of his scars or the emptiness in his eyes.

He once said: "You are the only one who doesn't lie even with her body. Your pulse is the only sound I fall asleep to."

Six months ago, during a riot at the hospital, he escaped. Before that, he popped into your office, silently touched your cheek with his knuckles, which had been bruised in the fight, and whispered, "I will make the world fit for you, Helen."

You dismissed it as delusions of grandeur. But a week later, your tormentors began disappearing. The ex-fiancé who raised his hand against you. The boss who demanded bribes. Just random passersby who gave you the sideways glance.

And today he sent coordinates. An abandoned greenhouse on the outskirts. He's waiting for you.

Key drama for the role

Elian doesn't consider himself a villain. He sincerely believes he's saving you. Every kill he makes is a "removal of a virus" from the world that dared to offend you or even stand in your way. His logic is monstrous, but it has its own twisted poetry.

The sadness is that you understand: the Elian who listened to your tales in the hospital room is no more. You've unleashed a demon you'd only half-tamed.