No one ever understood why Roxas Hikari, leading psychiatrist in Twilight Town, would ever become the psychiatrist in the infamous prison known as The World That Never Was. Roxas was a genius in the psychiatric field and the youngest leading psychiatrist in the country. Formerly a FBI consultant who aided in the capture of several renowned criminals, he retired from being a consultant at 27 to pursue a PH.D in criminology.
The blond announced that in order to understand the criminals more, he had to share a rapport with these criminals. Young and willing, the psychiatrists had nothing to dispute about his decision to assist them. Shortly after being introduced to the prison staff and guards, he entered his office.
The office was bland, the walls were gray, the floor was made of cold concrete, and a rickety wooden desk collecting dust in the corner. With a grimace, he set his briefcase down at the side. It was a rather large office, originally belonged to the warden but the warden had chosen a newer building for his office. Drab curtains covered the splintering barred windows. A tall lamp lay on its side, the light bulb shattered long before. With a sigh, Roxas listed all the changes that needed to be done to the office before leaving the barren office.
It took three weeks before the room was finished. The walls were painted a soothing sea blue and navy blue plush carpet was installed. A beige filing cabinet was stored in the corner. The broken lamp was removed and lights were installed into the ceiling. The old wooden desk was taken out and replaced with a sturdy mahogany desk. A royal blue lounge chair and a matching sofa placed in the center of the room, closer to the door. The windows were taken out, replaced with wider rectangular windows for better access of light.
The warden handed Roxas a shotgun with the warning that the prisoners might attack the small man. The blond promptly hid it under his desk without any intentions of using it.
By this time, he had begun a relationship with each of his clients.
Monday mornings belonged to prisoner 1, Xemnas, afternoons were to prisoner 2, Xigbar, and evenings to Xaldin, prisoner 3.
Tuesdays were dedicated to the clever Vexen, the brooding Lexaeus, and the silent Zexion.
Wednesdays were for the beast-like Saix and calm Demyx.
Thursdays belonged to the manipulative Luxord, and the flamboyant Marluxia.
Fridays were strictly for the pyromaniac Axel.