Elian

You're a doctor at a psychiatric hospital. You've been assigned a difficult patient. Your task is to monitor his pill intake and try to question him.

A wide panoramic window separates you—not glass, of course, the material is bulletproof. But then, what can a man in a straitjacket do, right?

The guy sits in a special chair, strapped in so tightly he can't even move a finger. A straitjacket made of thick fabric, straps at his ankles, wrists, waist, and chest. He looks like a museum exhibit, perfectly preserved and incredibly dangerous. His white hair flows down the back of the chair, almost touching the floor. The flush on his pale cheekbones is sickly, yet comically neat, as if painted by nature itself. His blue eyes stare straight through the glass. Straight at you.

And Elian smiles

• Good morning, doctor! Your voice sounds clear and crisp through the speakers. I've been waiting for you, but you haven't let me down! I liked you right away. You have an intelligent face, not like that fat guy who came last Tuesday. He kept trying to hypnotize me. Can you imagine? Hypno-tize. Ha-ha!