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"Ah Mr Victor Henry Richardson you're awake, good my name is Doctor Edgar Antonio Gray, but you may simply call me Doctor Gray". Said the doctor softly while warmly offering out his hand to shake-hands with the tall red haired man that was partially bound up in a straitjacket and by his ankles he was chained to the back wall of his cell in the Springfield neurological research centre & mental asylum, Tooting London.

And this patient was none other than the notorious freelance journalist Victor Henry Richardson, who prior to him becoming incarcerated at this asylum, would his days and weekends hunting all around London for a story and once he found a big juicy story he would sell it to whichever newspaper company offered the highest amount of money, he did this with all the manipulative skill and charm of a hardcore mercenary.

This both made him popular and unpopular with the local newspaper companies in London, as he once sold a story to a London newspaper company that contained scandalous accusations and details on a rival company ranging from employing hardcore ex criminals to other serious things such as grand-high fraud , multiple cases of tax evasion and being heavily involved with criminal gang activity, regardless of whether this information was entirely true or false facts didn't matter as the damage was already done, within 14 days of the story being published and papers being sold on mass to the public, this lead to fewer people buying newspapers printed by the rival newspaper company and multiple brutal police investigations and interrogations into these serious accusations written about in the news story, which all ultimately lead to the rival company closing after nearly 14-27 years of business.

It would be no surprise to either the doctor or his patient, if they were to hear that many rival journalist and newspaper were pleased about Mr Richardson being incarcerated in mental asylum because of the news story, he was incarcerated under the grounds of him being a highly insane lunatic that was a major threat the public due to a incident that occurred on the 12th December 1899.

According to his patient profile folder, he had ran out of a burning apartment in Grosvenor Square screaming louder than any supernatural banshee or wraith and then when a police offer approached him asking if he was injured and why did he scream, he had grabbed the policeman pinning him down onto the concrete floor of the street and had begun to assault the officer in a strange, grotesque and ghastly manner like something out of the horrific recesses of a depraved, chaotic, perverted, utterly insane and undoubtably evil mind beyond all human reasoning and comprehension.

According to the witness statements taken from horrified and probably traumatised on lookers that had seen the incident occur, Mr Richardson was attempting to vomit partially digested food and digestive acid onto the officer's face in a fashion uncannily similar to how a fly or cockroach spits digestive fluids into your soup or onto your bread to soften it up before slurping up the resulting mush and several of the on lookers also commented that the way Mr Richardson moved his arms and hands while doing this as well as trying to bite the officer's face off was eerily reminiscent of a pray mantis devouring a helpless cricket.

It had apparently taken nearly eight other police officers to pull Mr Richardson away from his now unconscious victim and it still took several beatings from a truncheon to render him unconscious and once the officers had him safely locked in a police jail van, the badly assaulted officer was immediately rushed to the nearest emergency hospital.

The unconscious police officer had suffered several severe corrosive acid burns to the majority of his face and his retinas were completely damaged, causing him permanent blindness.

These injures perplexed the doctors greatly for by the known laws of nature and human biology, Mr Richardson shouldn't of being able to vomit up stomach acid with the capacity to cause this level of damage without it eating away at the lining of his throat and yet upon examination while being in restraints, there was no damage to his throat or mouth at all which only baffled the doctors even more.

unfortunately the badly burnt police officer died within 3 days after the incident, but he hadn't died from the acid burns. Instead the cause of death was determined to be some potent form of a yet to be identified bacterial infection, which really intrigued the bacteriology department of the hospital significantly, as while yet they couldn't positively identify the bacterial cultures that had been grown from tissue samples taken from his body 15 minutes after his death, the cultures resembled both in properties and in cellular structure the gut-flora commonly present in the digestive systems of certain large carnivorous insect species like Vespa mandarinia or what is more commonly known as the Asian giant hornet for example.

Reading about all of this horrid business had made Doctor Edgar Antonio Gray shudder exceedingly with a almost primal feeling of sickened repulsion and horrified disgust towards the patient that once was the notorious freelance journalist, like he had just come across some vile verminous abomination that had came crawling out of the darkest, coldest, most ancient and most extremely soul obliterating pits of hell to defile the mortal world by the simply action of reeling it's obscene head out into the light of day.

But now that the patient was there before him, his almost primal feelings of sickened repulsion and horrified disgust were replaced by pity and sorrow, as the man that once was the notorious freelance journalist Victor Henry Richardson for 3-4 years had stayed in this asylum since he was sentenced by a sickened yet moderately sympathetic judge to 38 years incarceration in this asylum with the slim chance of a later sentence reduction or a possible parole arrangement under the strict condition that he was declared fully mentally sane again by a head psychiatrist of the asylum.

Unfortunately for Mr Richardson these first 3-4 years carrying out his sentence were brutal on his physical health and the head psychiatrist prior to Doctor Gray taking charge of the asylum was especially brutal. This previous head psychiatrist was a bitter, arrogant and highly prejudice cruel old man called Doctor Robert Albert Mortimer, who subjected Mr Richardson to tonnes of electroshock therapies , ice bath treatments, forced ingestions and injections of highly experimentally large doses of the drug Opium.

He was preparing to set up certain documents recommending that Mr Richardson under take a series of several lobotomies, but before he could finish setting up these documents he suddenly died of a long predicted heart-attack. This lead to Doctor Gray taking over from him as the head psychiatrist and his first actions were revoke all of Mr Richardson's previous treatments and reopen his patient profile folder to investigation into what had caused his bizarre bestial form of insanity all those years ago.

His predecessor had diagnosed Mr Richardson as suffering from a hereditary form of imbecility and temporary insanity, but Doctor Gray didn't agree with his predecessor's bias and suspected deliberate intention of giving a incorrect diagnosis.

Doctor Gray suspects that the cause of his patient's temporary insanity was him witnessing some sort of traumatic and horrific event occurring in the apartment building that he had ran out of screaming, before going insane and attacking that police officer, but Doctor Gray is unsure about what did Mr Richardson witness exactly or whether he witnessed it before the fire started, during the start of the fire or after the fire started.

Which is why against his better judgement he has setup this interview to hear from Mr Richardson himself about what had apparently happened in that apartment building in Grosvenor Square all those years ago. But now that he saw the patient in front of him, he began to become concerned with the distinct possibility that this interview may do might harm to the patient's physical and mental health than any good that could out of it.

For the 3-4 years of incarceration and mistreatment at the hands of the previous head psychiatrist had drastically altered Mr Richardson's physical appearance, his one tall lean and muscular figure appeared to have shrunken in height and become monstrously skeletal in appearance, his once fiery red hair had become faded and was falling out in huge clumps in certain areas of the face and skull.

His skin was now sickly pale, rough, rubbery and glossy like he had undergone some macabre process that had induced a unnatural state of cellular plasticity or a more horrifying thought was that it had become chitinous like the armoured carapace belonging to some sort of large arthropod.

The most horrify and almost unnatural changes to his physiology had occurred around the eyes and limbs, the eye sockets were heavily sunken in like the eye sockets of certain creatures adapted to a deep sea or a subterranean lifestyle completely devoid of light, the eyeballs had become large, bulgy, beady, almost completely jet black and reflectively glassy like the eyes of a abnormally large crayfish.

His arms and legs had become long, thin, spindly and almost to appeared to be heavily segmented like the limbs of a giant Orb-weaver spider, the feet and hands have become jagged and incredibly razor sharp and claw like, rendering them unnaturally eerily similar to the ends of the grasping appendages of cave crickets that are highly modified to allow them to have a better grip on hard to cling to surfaces.

" Ah so you're the new head psychiatrist I take it, well cut the damn pleasantries Doctor and get to the bleeding point." Mr Richardson barked in a deep raspy voice which in tune sounded creepily similar to the rustling of cicada wings in the night sky, as he grudgingly shuck the doctor's hand, clearly evidence that the mistreatment at the hands of the previous head psychiatrist had gave him cause to mistrust the words, actions and intentions of any further doctors psychiatrist or otherwise.