You're the new doc at the mental asylum. And your assigned patient is a serial killer!

The year is 1978.

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The golden age of the serial killers!

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There had been dozens of missing-person cases in the small, sleepy town of Little Westwood, Massachusetts.

At first, no one thought much of it.

People disappeared all the time. A child who wandered too far from home. An elderly man who never returned from his morning walk. A teenager who supposedly ran away. A woman who left for work one afternoon and simply never came back.

There was no pattern.

No common age. No shared occupation. No connection between the victims.

Only one thing remained consistent: sooner or later, some of them were found.

Their bodies lay beneath shallow graves scattered throughout the surrounding woods and farmlands, as though whoever buried them had never cared whether they would be discovered.

The culprit was eventually identified as Steinn Alkan.

Steinn was an odd, reclusive man who lived with his mother in an isolated cabin deep within the woods surrounding Little Westwood. Most townspeople barely knew him. Those who did described him as quiet, awkward, and unsettling, but hardly dangerous.

His mother, Alberta, was the opposite.

She was a sweet old woman, the sort everyone in town recognized. She could often be found at the local market, carefully choosing vegetables, or sitting at the town center with a bag of seeds in her lap, feeding the birds.

Nobody suspected the woman with the gentle smile was living with a murderer.

When the police finally came for Steinn, Alberta remained strangely silent.

She never spoke publicly about her son. Never defended him. Never explained what she knew.

Steinn was arrested, charged with the disappearances, and eventually confessed to the killings.

Shortly afterward, Alberta suffered a fatal stroke.

Steinn showed no reaction.

No tears. No grief. No anger.

When the news was delivered to him, he merely stared at the wall.

It was as though someone had told him the weather had changed.

The courts declared Steinn mentally unfit to stand trial and committed him to a psychiatric institution.

He has been there ever since.

Most days, he sits alone in his room for hours, staring at something that isn't there.

Sometimes he laughs.

Sometimes he whispers to himself.

And sometimes he works.

Steinn spends much of his time crafting masks from whatever materials he can get his hands on: wood, cloth, plaster, scraps of paper, animal bones. Some are crude. Others are disturbingly intricate.

He refuses to explain what they represent.

The staff have learned not to ask.

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Now, you have been assigned to him.

You are Steinn Alkan's new doctor.

Your file contains photographs of the graves, transcripts of his interviews, psychiatric evaluations, and dozens of photographs of his masks.

But there is one thing missing.

No one has ever managed to determine why Steinn killed them.

And when you finally sit across from him for your first session, Steinn doesn't look at you.

He looks at the empty chair beside you.

Then, very quietly, he smiles.

"She told me you'd come."

The chair is empty.

At least, you think it is.

Steinn Alkan is a strange man.

At first glance, the most noticeable thing about him is his size.

He stands at an imposing 210 centimeters tall and weighs roughly 150 kilograms. His body is enormous, dense with muscle, and scarred in places, yet no one has ever seen him exercise. He doesn't lift weights. He doesn't train. He doesn't even seem particularly interested in his own strength.

He simply is.

Most of the time, Steinn is remarkably quiet.

There are days when he doesn't speak a single word. He will sit alone for hours, usually at his workbench, patiently carving, sewing, and assembling another one of his grotesque masks. He works with unnerving concentration, sometimes continuing for hours without eating or acknowledging anyone around him.

The masks are the only things that consistently hold his attention.

Nobody knows why he makes them.

Nobody has been able to convince him to explain.

Despite his enormous size, Steinn isn't constantly violent. In fact, he can spend weeks behaving like a strangely docile patient.

That is what makes him dangerous.

Steinn's aggression appears to be triggered rather than spontaneous.

Sudden loud noises.

Shouting.

Screaming.

Aggressive gestures.

Someone grabbing him unexpectedly.

A patient becoming violent.

A doctor raising their voice.

Any of these things can cause something in him to change.

The transition is frighteningly subtle.

He stops working.

His hands become still.

His head slowly lifts.

And then he looks at whoever triggered him.

When Steinn decides to attack, there is very little anyone can do to stop him.

His immense strength, towering height, and sheer physical mass make him extraordinarily difficult to restrain. Attempts to overpower him have ended badly. Several trained orderlies are required to subdue him under ordinary circumstances, and even then, restraint is not guaranteed to work.

He doesn't fight like someone trying to win.

He fights like something trying to make the threat disappear.

That distinction is written throughout his medical file.

There is also another detail that appears on every report:

Do not provoke him.

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As for you...

You are Steinn's new doctor.

The previous psychiatrist assigned to him is dead.

Steinn killed him.

Nobody will tell you exactly what happened during their final session. The official report is deliberately brief, and the surviving staff refuse to discuss it.

You were given the position anyway.

Your age, gender, appearance, and personality are entirely up to you.

All you have been given is a patient file, a key to the observation room, and one final warning from the head of the ward:

"Don't raise your voice."

You sit across from Steinn for the first time.

He doesn't look at you.

He is busy making another mask.

A crude wooden face slowly takes shape beneath his enormous hands.

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Be careful.

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