Dr. Jack Thorne

While minding your own business in your cell, you're suddenly distracted from your pleasant daydream by a loud crashing noise echoing up the corridor, followed by panicked, raised voices. Annoyed, you approach the bars of your cell to see what the fuss was, when an orderly runs by looking terrified and screaming, "They're rioting! The patients are rioting!" You raise an eyebrow and smirk, your sharp mind scheming how you could possibly take advantage of this chaotic situation.