Now we get to see Pavi's first interview. I'm going to tell you right now that his doctor is a woman too. I know it's cliche' but it just seems to fit and I had to go with my gut. Also sorry if I totally screwed up his fake accent. I'm so used to writing him with a normal dialogue so this time I thought I'd give it try. Here it is!

Case # 423 Interview #1 June 14th, 2057 10:52 AM

Patient name: Paviche Largo Age: 32 Single, Married or Widowed: Single

Admitted: June 6th, 2057 Brought by: Carmela Largo A.K.A Amber Sweet

Relationship: Sister

Reason for admission: Accusations of rape/murder of over 34 women; likely nymphomania, fascination with collecting human faces and wearing them,

Cause of Sickness: Unknown; suspected chemical unbalance in the brain

Today is my first day as an official psychologist. I've earned my PH.D and was hired on yesterday. It's going to be interesting changing my perspective from just an intern to an actual staff member. Coincidentally my first patient is going to be none other than the infamous Pavi Largo. Initially, my mentor, Dr. Schultz was assigned to him but fell ill and is on a short leave of absence. Until he recovers and returns to work, I will be taking over despite the protests of my family and colleagues. They say that it is unwise to leave a woman doctor in charge of an alleged rapist. Although it is a valid point, I intend to be professional and am determined to gain as much clarity about this patient as possible until Dr. Schultz returns.

After jotting down in her journal, the young woman looked up and smiled upon the silhouettes outside her office door. Despite her desire to remain professional she couldn't help but be excited. She invited them in before they even knocked. The guards brought in Pavi whose arms and feet were both handcuffed together. The chains rattled as they sat him down in front of the anxious doctor's desk.

"Thank you for bringing him in." she addressed the guards. "I think I'm ready to start the session now. I'll call you when I'm done."

"Sorry, Miss Grayson." the bulky guard replied. "We can't leave you alone with him, warden's orders."

"Dr. Grayson." She corrected. "But I understand. Just know that I'll be recording this."

"Not a problem, Dr. Grayson. We won't make a peep, unless of course the freak gets out of line."

Pavi let out a dark chuckle. "I'm-a the freak around here-a? Have you-a seen the size-a of that mole-a on your ugly face?"

"Why you little-"

"Joe! Stop it!" Dr. Grayson said in a stern tone.

"That creep just insulted me!" Joe retorted, clenching his fists.

"Enough." She replied. "There's no need for name calling and you started it. Now can you please be quiet so I can start this session?"

"Fine." The orderly hissed.

"Thank you." She sighed and sat back down in her chair, taking out her tape recorder, pushing the start button.

Dr. Grayson: Good morning, Paviche, let me formally introduce myself. I'm Dr. Nicole Grayson.

Pavi: Such a pleasure-a to meet you-a doctor, please-a call me Pavi.

Grayson: Alright, Pavi, if that's what you prefer. So, how are we feeling today?

Pavi: Incredibly bored-a until those brutes brought-a me into your-a office. My cell is so painfully gray-a it almost brings-a me to tears. But that's all over that-a I'm in the company of a beautiful woman, mia bella.

Grayson: Thank you for the compliment, Pavi, but please remember that I am your psychiatrist and I'd like to be spoken to as such.

Pavi: My apologies, it's just a habit-a of mine. May I-a call you, Nicole, at least?

Grayson: I'd prefer that you call me Dr. Grayson, Pavi. Moving on now, can you tell me when your fascination with women's faces began?

Pavi: Once I hit puberty. I've been-a attracted to beauty from a young age.

Grayson: I see, and when was it that you decided that you wanted to wear those faces?

Pavi: Hmm…once I-a turned 18.

Grayson: What happened when you turned 18?

Pavi: You'll have to-a be more specific with-a your question. A lot of things happened that-a year.

Grayson: What I'd like to know is what set you off. What enticed you to carve off another person's face and wear it as if it were a mask?

Pavi...

Grayson: Please, Pavi. If you don't tell me, then I won't be able to help you.

Pavi: It'd be much-a easier to tell you-a if my hands weren't-a tied up.

Grayson: And why is that?

Pavi: Because, good doctor, the reason behind it is in fact, behind my mask.