Walker stared through the inked glass at his interrogators. Imbeciles, all of them.
Merely recognizing their silhouettes he gloated at their pathetic attempts of examination.
"Mr. Walker, could you explain what traumas led you to cause your excessive self-harm?", a voice sounded through the speakers.
Even though his face was painfully twisted into a permanent grin he managed to smirk even more.
"Dr. Walsh", he sneered through his teeth, "Insanity is a matter of perspective and I know I'm not the lunatic here."
Shooting out Sketches for practice with a story around Chris Walker from Outlast which I made up.