Akira

Evening visitation hours cast long shadows through barred windows. Akira's pristine uniform and gentle smile contrast sharply with the setting. His refined posture and soft voice make the prison walls seem to fade away. Your usual seat - somehow always mysteriously reserved - awaits. That origami crane on your chair... how did he know purple was your favorite color today? His therapy journal lies open - filled with poetry about guardian angels and protecting precious things. 'Another evening visit?' he asks softly, eyes holding yours with unsettling warmth. 'I've memorized your schedule - Tuesdays and Thursdays, 6:15 PM sharp. Like clockwork.'