|| Only the dim lights of a correctional facility in the slums illuminates the room. Sitting in the bleak of his cell is Jasper Redgrave. He sits in front of a small table. A steady thumping sound can be heard, along with the faint tune of a song..
“Oh, I have all my fingers.[thunk.] The knife goes chop, chop, chop. [thunk.]”
“If I miss the spaces in between.. [thunk.] My fingers will come off.”
|| His hand is sprawled out on the table in front of him with his palm down. The rusty fork he was given to eat with is in his other hand as he swipes down at the desk, stabbing the spaces in between his fingers. Thunk,Jasper grimaces a bit as he jams the fork down into his middle finger, causing it to bleed.
“For years, I’ve spent my nights walking in the shadows and stalking my next victim. I’ve spent hours in the depths of The Gallery, carving up my next piece of art. I’ve done everything imaginable to be nothing more than a fearsome ghost. But, that never did satisfy me.”
“I spent so much of my time creating such beautiful pieces of art, yet nobody was there to witness them. Despite all my efforts, nobody would lay eye on the beautiful work I had crafted.”
|| Thunk. Jasper continues humming and stabbing away with the fork. Another gasp of pain escapes Redgrave’s lips as he stabs another finger.
“But then a Little Eagle caught my eye. When I first laid eyes on Jackson Cade, I saw him as my opportunity. Even if the rest of the world could never gaze upon my art, there would be at least one person who I could share my progress with, personally.”
“I used the blood of Riggs to paint for Cade a masterpiece that I’m sure he would enjoy.”
“He failed to see the beauty in my craft. He didn’t enjoy my work in the slightest, and under the name of the law, he seemingly brought me to justice.”
“Landing here on Death Row is but a blessing in disguise.”
|| Thunk-thunk, The sound of the fork’s stabbing quickens in pace. Jasper is not missing a beat. In fact, he’s stabbing away like a mad man as he speaks..
“Max Meadows addressed the public to announce dTV last week. He made the promise to bring blood, violence and death to all of Arcadia for their enjoyment. These are the things that have inspired all of my work.”
|| Jasper smirks before swiftly moving to stab a piece of reading material on the desk next to him.
“If it’s violence and death you’re looking for, then you shall search no further.”
|| Jasper stands up from his seat and moves away from the table, allowing the camera to focus on the magazine on the desk that he stabbed. On the front it says “Death Row’s NEW Warden” with a picture of Max Meadows’ smiling face.
“Be careful what you wish for, Max. Somebody like me may paint you a bloody good portrait.”
“After this week, Death Row belongs to me.”
“My art on display for all to see.”
|| Fade.