The ticking of the clock was the only sound in this horribly snow-white room. The light was annoyingly bright, forcing to squint one's eyes. He was sitting on the fold-out chair, with his eyes on the ground. Or were they closed? She couldn't really see them, because of his a bit too long blond hair. With his arms crossed and lips pursed, he didn't move from the moment, when guards left him in this chamber as if he wanted to manifest his fury. Anyone would say it was childish, but the fact he was a murderer, was complicating the situation. Only a bit, of course.

Not like she did even care.

She just walked into the room and peacefully sat on the other chair, right in front of his figure, wearing her leg over.

-How are you today? - she didn't look at him, too concentrated on the papers in her hand. She looked flawless - her hair tied in a sleek low ponytail, loosely falling on her shoulder, white smock, jeans, and black turtleneck. Just immaculately.

He had moved slightly on the chair but didn't answer. As always.

The silence hit their ears again. She was reading the documents as he was quietly staring at her, with anger in these uncommon jade eyes. She had noticed that, but it didn't distract her, as she continued writing something.

An hour had passed and the guards took a young boy away, probably to his cell. She stood up, wrote something on the paper and went out of the room. A sigh left her lips.

It was always like that.

-Hey, how is he? - she heard a deep, cheerful voice from behind and she exactly knew who it belongs to.

-Without any changes - the woman responded with her eyes on her notes.

-Are you sure he is going to say something to you? You know, it's like few sessions and he hadn't answered you.

-I am. - She turned around to face the man with firmness in her eyes. It wasn't like every day view to see her, one of the most incommunicative workers of this jail, in such state, where one could read her like an open book. - He just needs some space and time. Depend on me. I will break him down.

-If you say so... - he did not look convinced, as he looked straight into her orbs. - Just remember he is a murderer after all. And if you have any problems, I will assist you. See ya, miss Freud!

She didn't reply but followed him with her eyes until he disappeared around the corner. As she was sinking in her thoughts, she caught herself on staring through a two-way mirror, exact on the chair, where the boy had been sitting a few minutes ago. She hummed silently, then walked away, the sound of her footsteps echoed through the dimness hallway.

I will get this out of him at all costs...