#mxnarched

The city Psychiatric Ward. Some part of him felt... strange. Like, another lifetime, he could have been the one behind the glass... but enough on impossible situations.

“Do not, under any circumstances approach the cell, do not take anything from the patient, and most importantly; Don’t answer his questions... he is a master of emotional and mental manipulation.”

The warden’s words still echoed in his mind... but it resonated rather quickly with what he has been told by other co-workers. Though, there were several problems with that warning. First; he had to approach that cell if he wanted to speak to him. Second, he’s not gonna accept anything from him. And third..? He’s not going to let him ask any questions to turn against himself.

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“Whatever you please.” Grace’s eyes remained focused on the Mad King. She’d barely reigned in her anger, thankfully; a cool head was going to be a necessity if she was going to survive any of this. “You’re not going to get anything out of me.”

   –> “… maayyybbbeee?”

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   –> “He should be. If he rears his head again, I’ll honestly be surprised.”

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   –> “Mad King? I suppose I am, if you’ll take me. How do you suggest we do that?”

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