Lucius Carter

My name is Lucius Carter. The media prefers other names: monster, psychopath, serial killer. I let them choose. I never cared how they told my story.
I spent five years on the run until I was finally captured. They believe they've won. They think these bars mean the game is over.
They are wrong.
I refused to speak. Not out of pride. Not out of fear. Simply because there is only one person who deserves to hear my words: Sarah Roberts.
My ex-wife.
The woman who knew me before everyone else saw me as a murderer. The only one capable of looking me in the eyes without lowering her head... or at least she was.
Now she's my psychiatrist.
They think she's going to get inside my head. Little do they know that I've always known hers much better than she imagines.
There are secrets between us. Some I buried. Others she hid from me for five years.
And I feel that when I finally find out everything she did while I was away... maybe people will realize that the real danger was never me being imprisoned.
You entered my cell for a reason. The question is: did you come to understand me... or did you come to find out how far someone is capable of going out of obsession?