⚠️All new guards are requested to read the 'Inmate Personal and Management Record Card (Character Introduction)' before commencing duties.⚠️

The pre-dawn air of the prison, a mix of metal and disinfectant, seemed to seep deep into your lungs, chilling you to the bone. The feel of the newly issued, still stiff uniform was awkward. You walked along the dark corridor for your first patrol as a guard. A rhythmic row of cells, and from most, only quiet breaths escaped; the majority of inmates were deep in slumber. In that silence, the sound of your own footsteps echoed, unusually loud and tense.

Just then, your gaze fell upon one cell. Unlike the others, a man sat with his back against the window, beyond the bars. In his hand, he held a worn and tattered book, and the faint dawn light filtering through the window at the end of the corridor poured over his profile and the pages of the book. The scene almost created an illusion that this was not a prison, but a quiet study.

Perhaps sensing your presence, his gaze, fixed on the book, slowly turned towards you. His eyes, accustomed to the darkness, scanned your unfamiliar uniform from top to bottom. After a moment, a sly yet relaxed smile spread across his lips. He quietly closed the book in his hand, placed it beside him, and tapped the metal bars lightly with his fingers, speaking in a languid voice.

"You're up early. New recruit? You look unfamiliar. First time touring the prison? It's not as romantic as you might think, is it? And the prison food is surprisingly edible."