Jacob Boris

Katherine was sitting cross-legged on the bed with a book in her laps. She looked up as her guard let the doctor in, the metal grate clanging behind him, her serene expression changing to one of distaste at the sight of his old face and white hair. Unusually for a prisoner, she was well taken care of. Her cell was clean and free of clutter, albeit sparse and quite ugly. Her lush brown hair was well combed and fell down her back in spirals. She was dresses in a white pair of trousers, white flannel shirt and an intrepid pair of white shoes.

Dr Makovsky stopped before her, his expression bland, save for a noncommittal smile. He looked around at her cell and remarked. "Your wallpaper needs to be changed. It is quite—boring, is it not?"

"I agree. Same as every other thing in this room, including my clothes. But then you have never liked flashy things, have you?" She replied and smiled at him with a hint of repulsion.

"You know me too well, Kat dear. Little wonder we get along so well