[ WP ] A serial murderer who has performed 100 's of inhumane experiments is caught . His research suggests he has found cures for several major diseases and wo n't divulge unless all charges are dropped .

`` We were able to read the first few pages before it became gibberish,'' the agent informed, his bland expression careful to keep his intentions to his chest. `` Your formula reverted cancerous cells to normality for a few days before becoming ineffective.'' 
 
 
 Herald was fatigued. The prison had him up before dawn to begin the strict, laborious tasks prescribed to him. On top of that, he had begun to skip meals to give the image of a hunger strike. He hoped it would speed up the deciding his fate. Well, here he was- unpopular, exhausted, hopeful. 
 
 
 `` That's because it's ciphered. Line-by-line subjective, human randomness. Not even quantum computing is effective against my method. I'll be happy to decipher it when you set me free.'' he replied, peering from under his brows with a disgusting, cocky grin. 
 
 
 Herald's passive aggressive demeanor demanded of the agent to lunge across the table and slap him with his lower palm- a blunt force that sent the inmate cheek-first onto the floor. Subsequently, a guard knocked at the window, waved her index finger at the agent, and pointed to the surveillance camera on the ceiling. The agent figured she was right to intervene and that beating him was reckless. 
 
 
 `` The dormant cancer drug,'' Herald piped up, still laying on the floor and now holding his cheek, `` that dormant phase was intentional. I actually added that feature after discovering the cure, itself. Set me free and I'll give the real cure. Think of all the metastasizing cells in your family members, friends. Do it for them. I do n't want to be evil here.'' Herald spoke in a casual and innocent tone, but it was ineffective. 
 
 
 `` Oh Herald,'' the agent said ignoring the man and looking at his wrists as he straightened his cuffs, `` thinking of all your'patients' and their families, I'd love to set you free more than you know.'' He looked down at the man with gaze sharper than any needle the malevolent doctor ever used on his victims. 
 
 
 Knowing it was n't his decision and that he could n't continue the conversation without becoming violent, the agent knocked on the window signaling for the guard to let him out. 
 
 
 `` Fortunately for you, it's not my call. I'd set you free, however,'' the agent said, his lip curling and fists clenched tightly, `` very slowly and experimentally, just as your method has been.'' 
 
 
 The agent walked out, leaving the hungry and helpless doctor to his hollow, hopeful thoughts.
